#...i love a thicc book

[ifyoucandaniel]

Also I picked up bookbinding just so I could bind all of zars fics and Now that CR is officially almost over that means I have to finish the books and it’s making me anxious and not in a fun way 😭

[callofdudes]

What are you reading??

A/N: this was requested by @thicc-plum so I hope y'all enjoy my friend. This took way too long, please let me know if you catch any spelling mistakes.

This includes 141, Alejandro & Rodolfo.

Summary: The reader gets caught reading a smut book and the boys tease the hell out of her.

CW: Brief depictions of sexual interactions, the boys 'teasing' you.

Y'all really want a part 2 huh... I've made you a lil part 2 for y'all.

You were sitting alone at a table in the canteen. Lunch was almost over but you hadn't busied yourself with food. You were sitting in the corner with one of your books in hand. You always loved to read, but this book in particular you had refrained from reading around the others. It was... A different kind of book. Not one with little swordsmen going on long adventures to sweep away their friends from the perils of danger.

It was one with tension, heat. The kind that nestled in your stomach and bubbled up through your chest, making you feel a small, almost tangible piece of the intimacy you read about.

You were engrossed in the book. The atmosphere around you was drowned out as you read.

His hand guided her thigh, skirt riding up past her hip and their eyes met. Their breaths tangled in the warm bedroom, sweat soaking into the sheets-

"What are you reading??"

You gasp and slam your book shut. Your hands tremble as you push it away from you.

Johnny smirks, laughing as he sits down. "Oh you should see your face!"

You scoff. "Not funny Johnny."

Johnny grabs the book from your trembling hands and examines the cover.

"Oh~ what is this risque piece of artwork??" He flips through the pages, reading over some of the sentences. You attempt to grab the book back but Johnny puts his elbow up to keep you away while he reads.

His eyes go wide. "Woah!! That's some descriptive oral- my goodness!"

"Johnny!!" You jump and grab the book back, pulling it to your chest.

Your cheeks go red. "Don't tell the others, please??"

"Depends, can I borrow the book??"

"What are you going to do with it??"

"Read it, obviously. It looks good."

He gives you his signature smirk and you can't help but feel inclined to agree. You grumble under your breath. "whatever, I'll finish and then you can read it. But please return it!!"

Johnny nods. "Of course."

"By the way, you're late for your meeting with Price. You don't want me to tell him you're late because of an innocent little book, would you??"

He grins. "Wouldn't want dear old captain to know you're doing such naughty little things." He squeezes your thigh.

He stands from his chair.

Your cheeks burn redder, but the time manages to take your attention.

You look at your watch and curse. "Don't tell anyone Johnny! I'm serious!!"

He winks at you as he walks away. "You can count on me y/n!"

You grumble and hold your book close. Why on earth would Johnny want to read it?? Was he messing with you?? Or was he actually interested.

You rush out of the canteen and shove your book in your bag. You just hope Johnny wouldn't tell anyone what he saw you reading.

You will admit, yes, you had it coming. You weren't doing your paperwork as it had gotten too boring too quickly and you'd given up for a bit. No one likes doing paperwork. The only ones who didn't complain about it happened to be Price, Ghost, and Gaz. You were none of them.

So you'd kicked up your feet and started to read your book. It was a book you'd gotten on leave and you had kept it fairly secret from the others, it wasn't a book you wanted them to know about.

It was better than doing paperwork. And much more fun.

You must have lost track while reading however, getting too caught up in the endless pages of sticky hot mess.

"He latched onto her neck, sucking a deep hickey into her supple throat. She cried out his name softly into the night, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders-"

There was a knock on the door.

You shot up, scrambling immediately to bring your feet off your desk and straighten up. You slam your book back into the desk drawer.

"Come in!"

Price enters, making you gulp.

"Y/n, we haven't seen you for a while, I wanted to see how things are coming along in here."

He sees the enormous pile of paperwork on your desk and crosses his arms. You immediately look down and away, knowing you would probably be in trouble for this.

He sighs and comes around the corner of the desk, seeing the still open drawer with your book in It. He sees the very risque cover and pulls it out before you can stop him.

"Was this what had your attention??"

You gulp, getting anxious as he flips through the pages.

He hums thoughtfully. He flips the pages and reads through some of the things, his facial expressions changing with each new scenario played out in the book.

He eventually closes it and places it in one of his pockets.

"Captain-"

"Shh, I've seen enough. If this is what you'd like to occupy your time with, very well then."

"I'm sorry."

He tuts. "Be a good girl and finish your paperwork. When you're done, we can discuss this little book of yours."

Your cheeks burn red and you look away.

"Yes Captain."

"That's a good girl."

Price walked off, leaving a heavy feeling in your stomach. You had a weird new motivation to finish your paperwork though.

The evening was quiet and the others were out. It was just you and Gaz on base and you were relishing in the quiet environment. Wrapped up in a blanket, the fireplace crackling a few feet away from you, nothing better.

With a book in hand the world could only be perfect. Your eyes feel tired, even as you read the book that always makes your stomach drop and your emotions rise.

You thought Gaz had gone to bed, so you felt comfortable reading it without the others around. You would always read this book in your room, it never saw the light of day around the guys.

"He whispered low in her ear, nipping at the corner of her lobe. His hands groped down across her collar, fingers tangling in her necklace..."

You continued to read, barely registering the creak of the floorboards. You'd assumed it was the house settling since you hadn't heard the door. Nor had you noticed the shadow bast behind you, soft brown eyes reading each delicately picked word with you.

Suddenly, you feel breathing near your ear. Your heartbeat quickens and your fingers feel tense. The feeling in your stomach growls hotter with each second.

"That seems a little naughty to be reading out here, don't you think sweetheart?"

You jump, nearly screaming as a voice cuts through your concentration, shattering the perfect dream of being wrapped in an embrace just as addictive as the words in your book.

Gaz grins, his hand touching your shoulder and running down your arm to flip the page of the book.

"K-Kyle- I didn't realize you were-"

"Shh. Read it out loud."

Your cheeks turn deep red. "W-what-??"

"Read it out loud to me sweetheart."

Your heart rate quickens and your voice catches in your throat. You want to say yes just as badly as you want to say no. But the way Kyle strokes his thumb over your hand made you willing.

"S-sure..."

Kyle hums. "Good. I think you'll want to finish this next chapter before the others return. You wouldn't want them to hear all the things you've been reading about."

You gulp, but you reluctantly start to read.

You couldn't sleep. So naturally in the early hours of the morning when you figured no one else was awake, you turned to the kitchen for a snack.

You patter through the hallway with your book in hand. You turn on the kitchen light and make yourself some tea to soothe your body, considering you were sore from the lack of sleep.

You sat down at the kitchen table with your tea and opened your book. The cover was bright red with dazzling shiny line work around two figures. One holding the other in a more suggestive manner. Each chapter displaying a new set of characters put through taboo and risque situations. All of them leading to a spicy climax.

Literally.

You sunk into the quiet atmosphere and started to read. Your eyes drowned into the words, hands holding the book firmly.

"He pulled her back, his large hand wrapped tightly around her throat. His sneer could almost look evil to anyone who wasn't her. Treated like a doll in his large hands, putting so much trust into his punishments."

You gulp, not realizing how heavy your breathing had gotten until a hand wraps around your throat.

It catches you so off guard you whine. Thumb and forefinger pressing into the sensitive parts under your jaw, making your insides coil and twist.

You bite your lip, hands trembling.

Warm breath whisps over your cheek and Ghost's rough Manchester voice breaks the silence.

"I always knew you were into some weird shit."

His other hand reaches out and takes the book from you, inspecting the cover.

"Ghost-"

His hand tightens on your throat, making you moan quietly.

He hums, flipping through some of the pages.

Your cheeks start to burn, watching out of the corner of your eye as he flips. You can't see his face, you can't gauge his reaction. All you know is his hand is wrapped so nicely around your throat, body hidden in the shadows it makes you feel as small as the girl in the story.

He gets to a certain page and chuckles. "You are into some weird shit."

You grab his wrist, wanting to pry him away and wanting him closer. It feels like a dream how it is all playing out, you are scared you want more.

He places the book down and squeezes your throat, getting another soft moan out of you.

He lets go and chuckles. "I could do better than he can."

It makes you want to pass out. He lets you go and when you turn around he's already walking away. Your arms and legs are shaking but you rush after him, wanting to know what he meant.

He doesn't lock his door when he disappears, and you know all too well it's an invitation into the book you'd just been reading.

(also I love this gif, look at Rodolfo just effortlessly toss that crate- boy you are amazing and I love you)

Look, everyone on base knew you were a little freaky at times. It was no secret to anyone. And it also wasn't a secret you might have a teensy tiny little thing for your colonel and the sergeant major.

That was not the point however.

You had just finished up a long day of training with the Vaqueros. You'd been out all afternoon, which was why you were a bit surprised you were being called into Alejandro and Rodolfo's office for a little chat.

What this chat was about, you weren't entirely sure.

But you finished up your routines and set off for their office.

You knock on the door, hearing Alejandro's voice beckon you in. When you open the door you're greeted by both Alejandro and Rodolfo. Alejandro is sitting while Rodolfo is standing next to him with something in his hands.

You would know that velvet patterned trophy book anywhere.

Your blood turns cold.

"Take a seat y/n." Alejandro smiles at you with that smile. The one that makes your heart flutter and your stomach flop.

You nod and take a seat. "What's this about?"

Rodolfo leans over and places the book in front of you. "Look familiar? It has your name written on the inside cover."

You gulp and nod, your cheeks going a bit red. "Yes sir sergeant, I know the book quite well."

"I think you would, considering how worn it, must get read a lot."

By now Rodolfo has come around to your side, one hand snaking up your arm to your shoulder and squeezing the muscles.

You gulp again.

Alejandro opens the book and flips through the pages. "Such a filthy book y/n, there's only one reason you could read this book so much."

You look away bashfully.

"Does it give you a high, Y/n??"

"N-no colonel!"

Alejandro stands and flips to a certain page. He taps the frame of the book and bends down in front of you, guiding your gaze back to his with his thumb and forefinger.

"Care to explain this then?"

You look down at the page he points to, you know it well. Rereading it over and over. It had crinkled edges from your sweaty fingers and dirt makes from the small traces your nails would leave.

You reread the words you practically knew by heart.

"She cries loudly, voice broken into sobs. The man behind her keeps a firm grip in her hair and tugs her back against him. The second man gazes down into her teary eyes, letting her breathe a fresh breath of air before plunging back into her throat."

Your cheeks were red enough, tainted deeper when you saw the scribbled names of your colonel and sergeant major at the bottom of the page.

Rodolfo's hand curls in your hair, his soft voice near your ear. "Considere esto su castigo por leer tal suciedad."

Your brow wobbles, but you can't run from them, you never could.

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓘 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾:

𝒪𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈

Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: Its been five months since you started sleeping together, and you're having second thoughts about your "relationship" with Javier. But what does it matter to him? he hasn't even kissed you yet. 🍒 Continuation of “Off to the Races” and “Your Face is Shameless” but can be read alone.

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, thicc age gap [Javi is in his 40s reader is in her early 20s], mentions of anxiety, major angst, situationship, guilt, unrequited love, self loathing, kissing [they did it!], Javier is emotionally unavailable, petnames, major dom/sub dynamic [dd/lg ish vibes], mean!Javi then soft!dom!Javi, degradation, dumbification, minor objectification, major size kink [Javi is bigger than and can lift reader], praise kink [finally some good girl action], daddy kink, choking, pussy pronouns, finger sucking, oral [f receiving], unprotected P in V [ do better!!]. Let me know if i missed anything 🫶

Word count: 5.4K

A/N: Hello!! I'm back!! thought it would be fitting to revisit these two post hiatus. Sorry in advance for the emotional torture that is about to ensue, but I couldn't help myself. Big thank you to @pixelsandothernonsense for being a big supporter of these two and fuelling their return on the blog time and time again. Lotsa plot, lotsa porn– as always. Hope you enjoy, nasties. Mwah

🍒Off to the races 🍒Your face is shameless 🍒Masterlist

You wanted it to be easy but it’s difficult. You wanted it to be over, but it was not. 

While Colombia seemed to be all fun and games at first sight, the longer you remained stuck in the American embassy’s city centre building the more you longed for home. 

Your research was hitting a roadblock, and things were hard. Funding was running out, and your professors were running away. Better jobs, better prospects. But your degree was the least cause for your troubles. 

You were smart. You were controlled. You didn’t know what you were thinking when you got yourself involved with Javier Peña. It seemed fun at the moment- fooling around, messing with a man double your age and four times more qualified. Trying to wrangle his true intentions out from under his furrowed brow and frown. 

Looking back you felt stupid. Embarrassed. A little ashamed of what you had become. How you let him treat you. 

He used you like a walking sex doll. Didn’t give you one look afterwards. Maybe a pat on the back but somehow that was more insulting. He had never kissed you. And there you were, fixing your makeup in the office bathroom after an evening under his desk had ruined it. 

It had been five months since the first time he'd bent you over his desk but you were only half way through your trip. Five more months seemed too long to bear. It made you sick. 

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You looked tired, and sleepy and your clothes weren’t crisp as usual. You felt a little bit like the tissue you’d just dabbed against your cheek. A little flimsy and a little dirty. A little used, perhaps. 

It felt a little worse knowing it was all your doing. You weren’t expecting a man like Javier to change. Objectively, it wasn’t possible. But you still asked for more. For him to use and then forget about you. You wanted to leave. You wished he’d never seen this side of you. Frankly you wished you hadn’t either. 

Because you were smart and funny and interesting and could talk about all sorts of things. You liked music and books and movies and trying new food. But he’d never seen you that way. He never would. 

You hadn’t spoken to him once. Not about anything that wasn’t strictly utilitarian. Especially not after he started fucking you. It was far too awkward and far too intimate. 

For him. 

Your feelings flip flopped every day, from the casualty of the affair seeming rather appealing, to it making your chest ache. And yet you couldn’t seem to help yourself, unable to understand not only what this thing you had going on with Agent Peña was, but why you couldn't seem to stop. 

Five months camping out in the office and you hadn’t missed a single day. No matter how bad the hurt in your chest you rolled out of bed and reminded yourself of why you were where you were. It worked. It hurt, but it worked. 

But after five months it seemed like getting out of bed was suddenly impossible one morning and you thought it best to stay home. You got a few calls. One from Fiestl and Van Ness. Connie Murphy sent Steve over with soup when she heard you weren’t feeling well. 

No news from Javi Peña. 

You slept most of the day. With your computer shut and materials put away. You didn’t want to think about it. You fixed yourself dinner- instant noodles, and headed to bed once again. 

You thought it was temporary but the excruciating pain only lingered and carried you on to another day confined to the four walls of your bedroom. 

It was a bad idea- ignoring your work for as long as you did. You should have known that you wouldn’t be able to put it on the back burner- considering the neurosis surrounding your work, the fact you took a two day break was impressive. It wasn’t long before your anxiety was eating away at you, an impending deadline hanging over your head and reminding you the world didn't care about your little pity party. 

Stupid as it was, you found yourself crossing the street at the witching hour of 23:00- clad in the soft cotton dress you forced yourself into earlier that evening. The friday night had persuaded everyone out of the office, and you weren’t surprised when you found the top floor of the embassy building cold and empty. 

You were glad, and perhaps it was the only way you could stomach being there– alone. 

Your desk was exactly how you’d left it a couple of days ago- your books piled in one corner, papers thrown all over the place. It was disorganised and untidy– very unlike you. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you began to sort things out, a feeling of complete exhaustion and defeat threatening to force you into your office chair. You glanced over at Javier’s office, signs he was out for the week prompting the slight relaxation of your shoulders. 

When you finally sat down to get to work, your eyes couldn't help but flutter shut every few moments, the screen of your computer zoning in and out of your vision every now and then. The words seemed to escape you, four lines on your document all you could manage before you were pressing your forehead against the wood of your desk. 

After spending the past two days sleeping somehow all you wanted to do was climb right back into bed. 

Music, surely that would help! Or at least you thought, to no avail, a whole album played once, yet you could only manage another paragraph. Turns out burnout was real.. and it had decided now was the best time to get you. But you weren’t ready to pack up and banish yourself to your studio apartment just yet. So you upped the volume, and sat up just a little bit straighter in your chair, and got back to work. 

Something about the loneliness of working in that drab, white, characterless office was especially miserable. So miserable in fact it was almost comforting, it was so miserable it was funny. It wasn't long before you were sitting completely straight in that sad, uncomfortable office chair, laughing at yourself with a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief. You were stupid, and acted silly, and had all these big feelings, but what did it matter? It was diabolical; the capacity Javier had for ruining your life, but soon enough you’d be out of here and one day you’d probably be laughing at the whole ordeal. 

It was exhausting, but what could you do? The words came just a little bit easier from that point, and you felt yourself accept defeat and immersed yourself in your paper. At the end of the day you couldn’t control how he felt about you- you just had to take it or leave it. Not everything is that deep, you rolled your eyes at yourself, but you knew truthfully the lack of his care and affection was more than a little sting. You decided you were better off defining the “relationship” for yourself, and maybe showing a little bit more restraint. Who said everything had to be that serious, maybe you should've taken a page out of Javier’s book! 

Yes that was it, not everything was that serious, was it?

You really wished you’d had the foresight to gauge the stupidity of trying to drown out your surroundings in a public space in the middle of the night. Sure, no external threat could get you inside the excessively secure embassy building, but what did that mean when the real threat to your sanity was the DEA attache. 

Truth be told, you'd have jumped in fear if anyone had tapped their fingers on your computer screen, but when Javier rounded your desk with a raised brow and waved his hand in front of your computer, you were particularly startled. 

“The hell are you doing here?” 

Any other time you’d probably met him with a snappy reply, something to get him going, maybe rile him up enough till he was pressing your face against your papers and fucking you from the back. You wished you could have given him that response that day, but you were so completely out of yourself, you settled for a shrug and a normal “trying to finish this section”. 

“That why you disappeared these past two days?”

“I wish.. probably would have been done by now.” His brows kit, somewhat confused and just noticing your tired, puffy eyes now that he was closer. 

“When’s it due.” he leaned to sit on your table , and traced your features with his fingers. You felt your eyes flutter shut as the tip of his index ran along the bridge of your nose, and feared your new policy was at risk of being thrown right out of the window at his attention. Sighing, you leaned into his touch. Unhappy, but unable to resist it. “Next week.”

He pitched your damp cheeks between his fingers, gently shaking your head from side to side. “You've got time.” 

You hummed and took a moment to look up at him- yellow table lamp doing his golden features all sorts of favours, ones that he didn't even need to begin with if you were being honest.The weight of his hand, the roughness of his skin against yours had a soft sigh escaping your lips. 

Javier's hand moved slowly, almost hesitantly, to the back of your neck, and he gently guided you to stand. Your legs felt weak, but you helped yourself up long enough to watch him rise beside you, stepping closer. He stepped around you, positioning himself between yourself and the chair, his breath warm against your ear. 

"Sit," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. His hand moved to the back of your neck again, this time pulling you down onto his lap. The gesture was possessive, not tender. 

You obeyed, lowering yourself onto him,  your legs on either side of his waist, dangling off the seat. Javier's hands rested on your waist momentarily, heavy and harsh, before drifting lower to your hips, pulling you further into his lap till you could feel his bulge swell against you. You felt yourself get wet, he lifted your hips and then pulled you back down against him, allowing you the slight relief of the friction as you felt yourself embarrassingly throb against him. 

The proximity was suffocating, his scent—cigarettes, and aftershave. He leaned closer, and for a moment, in your delusion, you thought he might kiss you. Instead his fingers squeezed around your throat, breath fanning your lips. “You want to be daddy’s good girl, dontch’ya?” his voice was low, and biting, and you knew you were in for it, for avoiding him, when he tightened his grip at your lack of answer. 

Slick pooled in your panties, and he let you press your hot core against him, undoubtedly able to feel how easily he could unravel you. You shifted your gaze up at the ceiling to avoid his own. 

You squeaked out a feeble “yes”, already delirious. “Then why the fuck, did you think you could disappear without telling me?” He reached for the string that held together the top of your dress, rather aggressively tugging it undone, watching as it unravelled and revealed the soft cotton of your lingerie. “Busy” you whined when traced your skin with his pointer finger, palm coming to squeeze at your breast and then pull your bra aside. 

“Not looking too busy now, are ya?” your nipple pebbled under his palm, his hot breath fanning against your skin as he trailed open mouth kisses along your neck. You whimpered, reaching to tangle your fingers in Javier’s hair. Surprisingly, he let you tug on his locks, allowing you to ground yourself as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your bud. He came up to nip at your jaw and you whimpered  a soft “M’ sorry”. 

“What was that?” Javier rolled his eyes and growled in your ear, grazing your earlobe with his teeth, and pinching the flesh of your thighs, prompting you to speak up. And speak up you did, heat seeping into your panties at his tone and words. He didn’t respond to you, just hummed his assent and pulled you harder against him. 

His hands found the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up and into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him and his big arms crossed under you to support your weight. Continuing to kiss along your neck he plopped you on the table, but you couldn’t lie, you much preferred being carried so gently in his hold. Thank god the desk had been cleared– giving him enough room to push you back against it. You didn't really want to unwrap your legs from around him, but he grunted disapprovingly before prying your legs from his waist. Your heart jumped as he took a seat on your dingy rolly chair, his large palms lifting your legs by your calves till your feet were planted on his thighs. You propped yourself up on your elbows. 

Javier's eyes caught sight of your untied shoelace, a small hazard in the midst of your hurried night. As usual, without a word, he leaned down, fingers deftly working to tie the lace in a swift, fluid motion, securing the bow with a final, firm tug, patting the top of your shoe before returning to the task at hand. 

His eyes were hungry like they always were, deep brown, alluring, the only readable emotion in them- lust. Those large palms parted your knees, making space for you between them. A tingle ran up your spine when he brushed the tips of his fingers against the inside of your thigh, dragging them along your skin till he was toying with the hem of your panties. He shifted forward in the chair, meeting your eyes as he planted a kiss on your calf, and then hoisted your legs up on his shoulders. 

Javier took a moment to admire you, letting his rough hands roam under your skirt. You always wondered what those hands were doing; how they wrapped around his gun when he ran out of the office with it, how small they made the cigarette he was smoking look. You watched him grab, and hold, and type from across your desk when he hadn’t fucked you in a day or two, imagined those hands grabbing at your flesh and wrapping around your throat. You imagined him pumping his fingers in and out your pussy with your own hands between your legs in the middle of the night- unable to go mere days without him fucking you, salivating at the thought of those hands wrapped around his thick cock, wondering if he too couldn’t go without your touch. 

Lost in your thoughts you shuddered when you felt him drag his tongue up the cut of your slit, the already moist fabric of your panties sticking to your skin as he nudged your clit with his nose. Your head fell back involuntarily, and you felt your arms ache as you continued to struggle to hold yourself up on your elbows. Seemingly, he had decided that day he wasn’t going to make you work for it- you looked like you were working far too much already. 

“Look at me.” Javier sharply instructed from between your legs. Nipping the inside of your right thigh till you yelped in his hold. You weren't going to last very long at the sight of him, eyes glancing up at you as his mouth ghosted over your soaked pussy. You watched intently as his fingers pulled your panties aside, softly grazing your swollen flesh in a way that had you pulling your lip between your teeth to contain the pornographic moan that threatened to spill from your mouth and alert the security guard across the hall. 

Your leg twitched on his shoulder as he licked a long, firm stripe up your aching pussy. Both your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue softly explored your folds. The sight of Javier between your legs was enough to send you over the edge, one that would live in your head for a very long time. 

You struggled to hold his eyes with your own when he licked at your entrance, increasing his pace ever so slightly before he was softly sucking your clit into his mouth. Letting yourself lean back against the table you reached to continue to tangle your fingers in his hair, hoping he'd let you have his fluffy locks in your hold. Turns out you were lucky the first time, because as was more common, Javier reminded you of his “no grabbing at daddy” attitude by grasping your hand in his. 

“No grabbin at daddy, babygirl” he murmured against your wetness and you shivered. His fingers engulfed yours, stroking your skin and moving your hands to your chest. His large palm covered yours and squeezed your fingers around your breasts. You moaned, and arched your back against the table up into both your palms as his tongue achingly slipping inside you. 

The feel of his mouth against you was more than perfect, the way he expertly ate you out till you were wiggling your hips against his face, his nose nudging your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. Slow and soft then faster and rough, just how he knew you liked it. 

He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of you just as much,  groaning against your wet cunt everytime you twitched and shuddered against him, the taste of you prompting him only to bury himself deeper between your thighs, pull and grab at your hips, hold you close against him as your chest rose and fell. 

Javier lashed his tongue at your entrance, then plunged it into your slick cunt. You felt your core tighten, and you knew you couldn’t hold on much longer. “Please…” barely able to complete your sentence you squealed when he circled your clit with his tongue. You could feel him grin against the inside of your thigh, and you reached for his hands on your hips to tug at his fingers feebly. 

Making out the sound of his chuckle over your heavy breathing you whined, and then proceeded to melt in his hold when he responded with a rather gentle, yet delayed and somewhat playfully annoyed “You can come for daddy, babygirl.” 

The grip of your fingers on his tightened, and you sighed, finally letting go as Javier worked between your legs. Your cunt clamped down on his tongue as he finished you off, licking you through your orgasm and holding your hips down as you shook and squirmed above him. 

He kissed along your seam gently as you caught your breath, your breath hitching when he pushed two fingers in your still sensitive cunt to gently stroke your walls. He stifled a groan. You looked down between your legs as he withdrew those fingers and began to stand up. “She so fuckin wet for me, hmm?” He rubbed slow, soft circles on your clit, not caring to watch you intently for any giveaway that would instruct him on the perfect rhythm. He already knew what you liked- he didn’t need to bother. “Slutty little pussy achin’ to be fucked… after all these days, aint she?” 

He took a second to get a good look at you as he moved closer between your legs, and you propped yourself back up on your elbows and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in. 

“My good little slut” 

Bringing his fingers to your lips he urged them open, pushing in and watching you suck gently on his digits. You shivered at the taste of your own arousal. As always you felt a little fuzzy when he did something like that– letting your eyes droop until he nudged you to release them with a pop. He ran those fingers across your lips, watching you struggle to keep your eyes on him as his hand drifted downwards to wrap swiftly around your neck.  “That's better isn't it?” he pressed his clothed cock against your bare, swollen pussy, your panties surely on the verge of ripping the way they’d been pulled aside. Javier seemed to be thinking along the same lines as you, because in a moment he reached for them and urgently dragged them down your hips, unwrapping himself from your hold and holding your ankles in one hand as the other slid your panties all the way off of you. 

When you whined at the loss of his body against yours he tutted, raising his eyebrows at you in warning. 

He then grabbed your thigh with his hand once again, squeezing it and holding it in place against his waist. You heard the jingle of his belt as he undid it. A rough edge on said belt scraped against your skin, but it was difficult to pay attention to it when you felt him reach between your bodies to tease your dripping slit with his length. 

It was sad to admit, but nothing took the weight of your shoulders much like the feeling of his hard cock sliding against your wet pussy, head bumping your clit till you were shivering and then notching at your entrance. You heard him mutter a strained curse under his breath at the feeling of your cunt sucking him in. Javier didn't waste much time, as much as he seemed to enjoy the sight of you deliriously wiggling your hips under him. 

He leaned down and traced the curve of your jaw with the bridge of his nose, breathing in your scent as he pushed in– slowly and gently. Much slower and gentler than he had ever been before. Your legs tightened around him, hips lifting pathetically as you felt him stretch you open. It had been far too long since you’d had him inside you. 

“Such a good little girl..” His hips snapped towards yours. 

“Aren’t ya?” It was an out of body experience, so overwhelming and dizzying you could almost see yourself in the act. Your brain couldn’t comprehend that tone and that gentleness as is, forget when Javier’s cock dragged deliciously against your aching walls. 

Your elbows caved from under you, letting you fall completely back against your little desk. Your head went to fall back soon after, but Javier had managed to snake his hand behind your neck– cradling your head and shielding it from the hard wooden table. Instinctively, you buried your nose in the collar of his dress shirt. He let you seek respite, palm holding you against his warm body, and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. 

Your skin felt like pins and needles, little sparks bounced off your exposed waist and prompted you to wiggle your hips away from him at the intensity of the sensations. “Nah uh” yanking you back in his direction Javier squeezed your hips in his hands, refusing to let you escape the death grip he had on your body, pulling you towards him with every deep, slow, thrust. 

“Silly little thing” He laughed against your lips, so close they brushed against you. You couldn’t help it when your mouth fell slack against his. He took your bottom lip between his teeth. He released it as your walls clenched around him, brows knitting at the feel of your warm, soft cunt around his cock. 

“Mine aren’t ya? Daddy’s good little slut?” Unable to catch hold of anything on the table, your hands flew to his shirt, your fingers twisting the fabric as you gripped it as tightly as you could. He let you pull him towards you, one hand sneaking between your bodies to grab and squeeze at your breast. 

“Then you’re gonna take it like I give it to ya?” You tried to nod, head lulling side to side and mouth hanging open, desperate noises leaving your lips. When your back arched against the table he  pulled you into his chest, letting you wrap your legs around his waist so tightly you felt the leather of his belt cut into your soft skin. 

Eventually he picked up his pace, and you could make out the sound of your pens clattering to the ground as your back moved relentlessly against the desk. The dim grey flood light above you came in and out of your focus, the heat that swelled up inside you hindering your ability to concentrate on absolutely anything.  “Getting all cock drunk on me..” Anything but him. Yet another orgasm stirred in your tummy, your entire body hot and tingling with overwhelm. “There’s my good girl”. 

He pulled you into him with every thrust, his hard length throbbing inside of you. “Just how I like ya’– no thoughts in that head’ve yours.” Your bare chest pressed against his soft shirt, but you longed to feel the heat of his body against your skin. 

“Can't think ‘bout anything but daddy can you?” he managed to laugh, his thick cock dragging against your wet walls in a way that had your mouth falling open in a gasp. “Just daddy, ain't that right?” As usual he grabbed at every part of you he could, hands seeking purchase on any exposed skin. 

He grazed your earlobe with his teeth as he spoke. “Poor baby, going dumb on daddy.” All you could do was whine. “Can’t hear ya..” you whimpered again, strained and hasty “yes”s leaving your mouth at record speed as the tension in your core threatened to burst. 

“S’ how it should be” your dress made it easy for you to slide along the surface of the table as he fucked into your tight, wet heat, railing you as you twitched around him. You struggled to form a broken “daddy” between your lips. 

“Stupid little girl can’t do anything but be daddy’s little sexdoll hmm?” you shook your head, but he grabbed your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. “‘S okay babylove, s’ how daddy likes ya best” he shook your face gently, “when ya ain't runnin that smart mouth of yours.” 

He grunted and sighs above you, seemingly lost in his own pleasure, not bothering for the first time to make you beg. It was as if the two days you spent apart had him prioritising other things. “Better this way isn’t it, nothin you gotta worry that pretty head about…” you felt your cunt squeeze him. “Not when daddy’s fuckin’ ya’” 

You could tell he was close by the way his thick cock throbbed against your slick walls, the way his Texan accent came through just a little more than it usually did. Your thighs quivered against his waist as the heat continued to pool in your belly. 

You knew he was close when he straightened up again, hands wrapping firmly around your throat as he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside you over and over. “C’mon baby, be a good girl and come for daddy” he tightened his grip, thumb reaching up to swipe gently at your slack lips. 

You felt your pussy clench around his cock, finally letting go as you writhed under him. You heard him groan over the ringing in your ears, your own eyes rolling back as your orgasm rolled over you in waves. You gushed around him, your own release prompting his. 

Watching his brows knit as his thrusts got sloppy might have well sent you on a second release, aftershocks making your hips wiggle against his palms as he squeezed them, his cock throbbing inside you before he erupted with a shudder. A string of strained curses escaped his mouth, chest rising and falling rapidly as he rode out his high. 

You laid there, the heat from your exertion slowly dissipating. You felt Javier pull out, his spend trickling down your thighs, and slide your panties back up over your legs. A heaviness tugged at your limbs and made your eyelids droop. Every muscle felt loose, languid, as if all the tension and energy had been drawn out, leaving behind only a deep, satisfying fatigue. 

Javier put his hands on your waist and lifted you off the table, you returned to your habitual silence, this time albeit far more satiated than before. You were dizzy, feeling like a small ghost floating in front of him, engulfed by his towering form. The world around you began to fade, sounds muffling and blurring into an indistinct background hum.

Every blink became slower, your vision narrowing to slits before closing entirely. You let yourself drift into that warm state between sleep and wakefulness, the exhaustion of the week catching up to you in more ways than one, uncaring of the sense that Javier’s eyes had been lingering. You felt him trace the bridge of your nose, reducing any prospects of you actually getting off that desk. 

He fixed your lingerie and tied the bow of your dress back up, one hand returning to stroke your cheek. His other arm came to support your back as it wrapped around you, pulling you towards him. You looked up to find him watching you, with an expression you couldn’t bother to decipher at the moment. 

You couldn’t help but fall into his chest as he stood above you, his arms reaching behind you as he packed your things in your work bag. You felt your eyes flutter shut again, complete exhaustion taking over your weak form. He placed a kiss to your temple, lifting you off the table once and into his hold once again. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking securely at the ankles. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, fingers digging into your flesh.

You felt cold again suddenly, and Javier readjusted his arms to hold you with his right while his left rubbed along your shoulders to warm up your skin, prickled with goosebumps. 

Your head rested against his shoulder, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek a comforting, rhythmic lull. You nuzzled deeper into the curve of his neck, tilting your head till your nose was brushing the cut of his jaw. 

Javier shifted slightly, and you could feel the subtle change in his posture as he leaned towards you, and his face came level with yours– you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, a stark contrast to the cool air around you. His hand cradled your cheek. 

With your eyes still closed you felt his lips press gently against yours, so pillowy and soft you barely registered them. He tasted how you’d imagined so many times before– cigarettes, and whiskey. Melting into his touch your hands moved to ball the fabric of his shirt gently in your fist. His lips moved against your’s with a carefulness you couldn’t really understand, but the fact that they were at all was enough. Exhaustion aside, you had a feeling the triviality of the whole ordeal, its comfort and normality seemed expected. And just as quickly as it began, it was over.

Perhaps it had always meant a lot more to you, than it did to him. 

The hand that was cupping your cheek pinched it and then snaked around your waist to help you find your footing on the ground, the same hand coming down to slap your ass as he pushed you towards the door. 

In usual Javier fashion he checked his phone, uninterestedly murmuring a soft “you can start again tomorrow” as you stood in the elevator. He let you lean against him, his palm coming down to pat your head momentarily before it was back to sorting the files in his hands.  You looked up at him, his mind now completely diverted to whatever he had come to collect in the office in the first place, so unbothered by what seemed to transpire between the two of you. 

Perhaps nothing really did. 

You wished his words gave you some motivation, but it was turning out to be really difficult to want to be anything more than his dumb, silly, little girl. 

Who else is gonna put up with me this way?

I need you, I breathe you, I'll never leave you!

They would rue the day I was alone, without you

You're lyin' with your gold chain on

Cigar hangin' from your lips, I said, "Hon'"

"You never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man"

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marcus scribner x THICC male reader

summary: just marcus loving you like with his heart, soul, and FAT SCHLONG. slight feminisation - don’t kill me.

notes: LOVELIES! hope everyone is having a beautiful day. i wanted to let y’all know that i will be taking a lil break because it’s exam season. don’t be sad…because this means i have an entire summer of smutty content to write and catch up on! ps. each word in this fic is me being another squat closer to the fattest ass in the world. ENJOY!

ALSO! the met gala is tonight! my favourite event of the year, i might make a short rec…how do we feel about that?

song rec: ‘freak’ - victoria monét

marcus was well on his way to establishing a name for himself in hollywood. booking new roles, alongside his debut as a director, he was on track for a career that would rival his mentors. but if you were to ask him what his biggest achievement was, he would say being with you. the corny mf has actually reiterated his adoration multiple times during interviews, and the world is obsessed with how lovestruck he was. aside from being social media’s favourite young couple, you, yourself, had a blossoming career in fashion that meant you were styling your man to make sure he looked good for his press tours.

notoriously, you garnered a reputation for EATING UP on the carpet - zendaya being your only competition. this ain’t no exaggeration, but every time you’d step out, those fits would break the internet. thus, when the news dropped that you’d be attending the premiere with your boyfriend, all eyes would be on you - yet again. having you on his arm, instantly elevated his aesthetic. not that he ever saw you as some pawn too boost his career, you meant the world to him, but your beauty as his trophy wife made him even more palatable. usually, you’d have an entire glam team by your side cultivating your iconic, polished look. but, you and marcus had both been working so hard, to the detriment of your relationship, and so you decided to spend the night at his, agreeing to do all the glam yourself.

‘Y/N,’ Marcus bellowed from downstairs, putting on his rings, and spraying cologne onto his clothes. ‘baby, we gotta go.’

‘Y/N! over here! to the left! Y/N!’ a flurry of paparazzi screamed. ‘the body is TEA!’ one reporter exclaimed, making you laugh.

you graciously blushed. they weren’t wrong, your pear-shaped figure, defined abs, and toned arms were nothing short of a sculpted masterpiece. amidst the bbl allegations on twitter, and every tabloid claiming to have the secret to getting an ass as perfect as yours, YOU were the standard. a beautiful, androgynous mix of allure and charm. not even chris evans, america’s ass, said that you had the best glutes in the industry. it was a thing of wonder; something so many lusted for, and even more desired to have a piece of whilst having you in backshots. there were an array of wolf whistles from the public whenever you walked, swiftly followed by a gaggle of photographers snapping shots of your post-gym bawd.

marcus soon joined you on the carpet after finishing up on his interview. if the sensory overstimulation of flashes and cheers wasn’t enough, this was heightened when marcus snaked his arm around your lower back. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, spectators were foaming at the mouth by his public proclamations of love, hiding your blush from the world.

‘don’t be shy,’ he said lifting your chin to his face. ‘there’s that smile I love.’ the whole crowd was gushing, you could’ve cringed at how clingy he was being in public, but found his confidence to do so, all the more endearing.

one thing that you sly liked about marcus, was how he jealous he could get, so many of his friends and industry buffs would come up to talk to you during the interviews, coming up for hugs, and even though he trusted you, his need to protect had him riled. marcus had a great relationship with all of his co-stars and they all became such a family over the filming process. you being there made the family even stronger, embodying the role of MOTHERRR in more ways than one, and they all appreciated your kindness. always there to soften the stressful tones of your bf’s criticism.

you were particularly close with his friend from another project, and due to mutual management you spent a lot of time in the same spaces. he came up and hugged you from behind, before being whisked away to speak with another reporter. all but a few seconds, lasted an eternity, the worst kind, burned into the possessive psyche of your man.

moments passed and it was time for group pictures on the carpet. you and marc were dead center, with his large hands gripping you tighter than usual. you looked up to see he was scowling, ‘lighten up bubs.’ you giggled, to which your bf fixed his face - he could never stay mad when you were always there to calm his demons. not long after, the same face screw, that made his nose look so cute came back, as he remembered the voices of the media resounding in his head.

‘damn I’d hit that.’

‘Marcus is one lucky mf to be all up in dat pussy’

‘I bet the recoil on that thing is insane.’

it infuriated him to hear how the public spoke about you, as if you were some object, and not the kind person he grew so enamoured with. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you gon’ beg me for mercy.’ he whispered , breaking that veneer of respectability for a brief moment, squeezing your butt, then turning back to smile at the cameras. you’d never seen that side to him, it’d be a lie to say it didn’t turn you on.

throughout the screening, he made sure to let you know that all your teasing would soon be dealt with. the vulgar remarks were still plaguing him, and you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of it. literally.

‘upstairs.’ he said sternly,

the two of you started kissing, unbuttoning his shirt as he unbuckled your pants to free the globes of juicy flesh he loved so much. strewn across the floor, all fear of creasing the custom couture outfit you were wearing had disappeared - the overwhelming desire to make love to your boyfriend clouded your judgement.

you get down to business, kneeling to align your lips with his cock head. ‘don’t take this the wrong way.’ marcus sighed, urging you to stand up, so frail against how tall your man stood.

‘Y/N, i just wanna fuck right now.’

you knew how badly he needed this, and a part of you liked how desperate he was to be inside you. but it was bizarre, marcus loved watching you suck him off, getting him all lubed to plough your hole, almost as much as you loved gagging on his meat. nonetheless, you obliged, bending over as you had your knees on the edge of the bed, hole puckering at the chill of the air. marcus grabbed your left cheek, caressing and massaging your upper hip.

‘so fucking soft.’ he whispers against your skin, kissing at your taint. it was as if he snapped out of his love drunk trance, and was left a primal shell of himself. he practically ripped off your underwear, leaving your naked bodies to rub up on each other as he scrambled to find lube.

‘fuuuuuuuk’ he groaned.

his thick schlong fit like a glove in your inviting hole, slick from your desire and his precum.

‘damn i missed that boy pussy’ - LIES. that man combusts if he isn’t inside of you at least 4 times a week - wtf was there to miss? this sentiment made you smile at how whipped he was for you though.

his pace quickened. pulling his entire length out of you, except his bulbous tip, and spitting directly on your pussy to get you even more slick. ‘hear that baby,’ he praised the ‘mac n cheese’ sloppiness of your hole. ‘your pussy was made for me.’ he was right; most guys love skinny twinks because their petite butts made their tops’ look hung. despite the voluptuous curves you had, you were ample in both chest and derrière making average look like a micro penis inside you. all but marcus. he overpowered you in ways no other man could, his thick, girthy cock stretched you out in a way that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. not to mention his length, during your first time he could barely fit half in without it feeling like he was stabbing your insides. but after some practice, you started taking him - ALL of him.

his grunts deepened. ‘practically begging me to cum inside that hole.’ gripping your hair up fucking you in doggy. style. marcus began leaving love bites on your neck, marking you for all to see. his big hand crossed to caress your childbearing hips. whoever said men can’t get pregnant must’ve never accounted for marcus’ determination. his dick wanted to make you a mother so badly, and nothing was going to stop him trying.

‘you can take it.’ he praises. ‘all. of. it.’ slamming into you with a bold rhythm on his final three words. and that you could. your hole was heaven for him. every time he would enter, your thick meaty globes would bounce like jelly on his lower abdomen, making marcus even more inclined to give you your reward. you moaned out in ecstasy, your bodies were made for one another.

‘who’s pussy is this?’ his grip on your neck became tighter, still allowing you to moan out in response, ‘it’s yours marky, all yours.’ fuck. you were whipped, almost as much as he was. ‘that’s right baby, moan for me.’

‘scream like the little bitch you are.’ you and marcus both enjoyed the passion of rough sex, but this was something you hadn’t ever seen in him before. he was a beast and you loved it, way more than you could ever admit. there was something sweet about the high you were on as you were being impaled by his dick.

particularly, he relished in hearing your slutty cries, ‘music to my fucking ears.’ praising you ‘my pretty little slut, fuck yeah, you want my load.’

‘fuck yeah marc, give it to me please.’ you screeched, loving how hard he was clapping your cheeks.

‘shiiiiiiit, baby, fuuuuuck.’ he spouted, spilling his pearliness into your pussy. he used his thumbs to kneed the dough around your hips, losing himself in the bakery he so enjoyed visiting every morning for breakfast.

gently, he collapsed on top of you, still inside the warmth of your flesh. after a gentle make out sesh, cockwarming your boyfriend until he was soft, your bf brushed up against you. massaging your thick thighs, marcus tended to the bruises he gave, kissing them reassuringly. you ushered him to lay his head between your pecs, as he put his entire body weight onto you. he sighed deeply, feeling safe in your warm embrace. ‘marc, is everything okay?’ you stroke his face, as your fingers laced into his curls. he snickered groggily, ‘shouldn’t i be asking you the same thing?’ - a fair question because he litch just wrecked your shit. ‘real, but we both know that in a couple hours i’ll be fine.’ a silence filled the room, concern brewing in your heart. you played with his ear, knowing how he becomes putty in your hands. ‘fuuuuuck, you ain’t gon’ stop unless i talk, right?’ you kept quiet, trailing the tips of your fingers on his lobe. he sighed deeply, ‘i just get so possessive over you.’ his last words muffled by your ample bosom as he came to the realisation that the press’ words got to him more than he thought.

sitting up, marcus exhaled deeply. ‘i can’t even blame them for ogling, you’re so beautiful.’ ‘but u ain’t an object, and i hate that people treat you like that.’ you caressed his cheek with a loving care. ‘call it jealousy, possession, toxic - I don’t care. you’re all mine.’ marcus always felt the need to take care of what was his, doing better than what he had seen throughout his childhood.

you had an idea, trailing your fingers down his torso, circling his belly button, ‘why don’t you show me again?’ whispering into his ear as he breathed out in pleasure.

you kissed his cheek, before slowly massaging his dick tip, ‘how much do you love me.’

marcus turned you over. stroking and licking his ear, y’all were so intimate. he held onto the grooves of your waist, fucking into you slowly, marking your neck with his saliva.

‘you’re such a dream to me Y/N,’ he always had a way with words that made you smile like a school girl. ‘I was so selfish before, you didn’t even come.’ you always placed marcus’ pleasure above your own, but he was never satisfied with just brutalising your hole. he needed you to enjoy taking his dick, just as much as he enjoyed gaping your hole.

‘guess I’ll have to fuck another load in, to get one out of you.’ he joked, sucking on the sweet skin of your plump ass.

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You put your sticky note inside your book with a sigh - you were getting to the good part. The blonde, Michelle, reminded you of your girlfriend with her snarky remarks. Carol never understood why you were so engrossed in those novels, yet she found it adorable when you’d bite your lip and read a page multiple times for reasons she didn’t know.

The brownies would’ve burned if you hadn’t gotten up, so you had no choice. It was a quiet night, although most were ever since your wife got sent out for a two-month mission. Besides your rowdy children who seemed only to know how to make messes, there really was no enjoyment without her. And tonight, your oldest son, Daniel, was sleeping over at his friend’s house while your daughter was beyond ecstatic for her friends to come over and hadn’t left her room for over an hour. The brownies were for them, but she didn’t need to know if you had one or two.

The baby of the house, your four-year-old baby boy, Christian, was at your parent’s house after you gladly accepted their pleas to spend time with their grandchild. While you loved them all to death, you just wanted peace for the night, which meant reading, watching a movie, and sporting a glass of wine before bed.

Right as you were getting ready for a relaxing bubble bath, already checking in on your guests and seeing they were all knocked out, there was a loud bang outside your house. Fear indulged you, speed-walking towards the kitchen as you grabbed the sharp knife from a drawer. Your attention landed on the front door as you heard the knob twisting, trying to open. Your fears were only calmed when you saw your wife of twelve years walk through the entry, head down, as she tried her best to stay silent.

It was only when she looked up did she notice your frantic state, widening her eyes with a chuckle. She lifted her arms and signaled for you to come over, your body still stuck in shock and unable to register what was going on.

“Well? Do I get a hug?” You hurried into her arms after hearing her oh-so-angelic voice, her arms instantly returning your tough hold as one of her hands found its way to your head as she scratched lightly at your scalp. She knew the action always made your muscles relieve their tension as you were finally allowed to release a deep breath.

“You’re home.” You stated the obvious, a small snort coming from the blonde.

“Really? I didn’t notice.” You gave her a small glare before continuing to cuddle in her arms, basking in the warmth she offered even on such a cold night.

“I missed you so much, beautiful.” She murmured, kissing the top of your head and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“Mm, ‘missed you too.” The two of you stood there for what seemed like seconds but was really over ten minutes. You felt as though you could fall asleep right there as she hummed thoughtfully, smiling to herself as she admired the ring planted on your finger.

“Where’s your ring?” You asked with furrowed brows after the two of you pulled back, much to your dismay. She reached into her suit where she pulled out a necklace, the ring dangling from the gold material.

“Did you really think I’d lose this thing? I’d be dead the second I stepped inside.” She teased with a grin, receiving an eye roll from your end.

“Come on, Ava and her friends are asleep and I just drew a bath if you’d like to join.” You turned to walk into the hallway that held your shared room, the blonde following closely behind you like a lost puppy.

When you arrived in the master bathroom you shedded your clothes and your wife watched with a lick of her lips. Your bra fell to the floor along with your panties soon after while she slowly did the same, eyes still set on your body. You were always insecure about it, every curve and stretch mark brought a new set of self-hatred, but she loved every inch of you. From your kind soul to your breathtaking body, she didn’t know how she got so lucky.

“So, tell me about your day.” She spoke when settling into the warm water behind you. It wasn’t as hot as you hoped it would be due to your time spent with Carol.

“Well, I picked the kids up from school and helped them with their homework before making dinner. Oh, and Christian is still throwing his food at his siblings.” She chuckled, arms wrapping around your waist as she pulled you in closer.

“That little rascal, he’s gonna drive us up a wall.”

“He already does.” You rested your head on her shoulder and sighed deeply with a small smile, opening your eyes and being greeted by your wife staring back down at you. She brushed a strand of hair out of your face and leaned in to give you a small peck, quickly diving back in for more.

“You look so beautiful, love.” She muttered between each kiss. You shifted in her hold, keeping her close so she couldn’t pull away again. The two of you made out sensually, not caring to quicken your paces as both of you were purely exhausted.

You pulled back for a moment so you could adjust your body, settling on her lap with your legs folded at her side. Your arms wrapped around the back of your neck as you played with her hair. She watched you carefully, biting her lip as her hands rubbed your sides up and down thoughtfully.

“How did I get so lucky to call you mine, hm?” She brought her fingertips to your exposed breasts that had droplets of soap covering them. She pressed her lips against yours once again, although this one was different. You could taste the desire and eagerness coming off of her lips, but it still didn’t replace the love that overpowered them both.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, you’re so perfect.” A blush threatened to make way to your cheeks as you grinned.

“Nobody is perfect.”

“Oh, but that’s not true because whenever I lay my eyes on you I see pure perfection. You have the most forgiving and peaceful soul, even after all that you’ve been through. Your heart is full of love, even when people don’t deserve it. Your eyes, don’t even get me started, I could stare into them for a lifetime and never find myself bored.” You could tell she wasn’t lying, the pure admiration in her features helped prove that. She truly loved you more than anything, and she was so grateful you felt the same way.

“Your body, every marking tells such a beautiful and strong story. I see you trying to hide your stretch marks and scars, but I wish you could love them as much as I do. You’re the reason we have three amazing children, you brought life into this world and every stretch mark shows that. They show strength, life, and happiness; how could I ever wish for that to go away?” You bowed your head down, only to meet her gaze once more as she lifted your chin with her fingers.

“I want to show you just how beautiful you are, but only if you let me.” You nodded, but that wasn’t what she wanted.

“Words, baby, I want to hear how bad you need it.” You whined, wiggling your hips on her slightly hardened cock that was teasingly poking you. She grasped your waist to force you to stop, pressing small kisses against your neck until she was next to your ear.

“Tell me what you want, or you’ll get nothing.” She whispered, feeling your hands grasp onto each side of her face and pull her into you, connecting your mouth with hers once again. You were obsessed with feeling her close to you, you were scared that if you didn’t you’d end up waking up moments later and realizing she was still gone.

Her tongue prodded at your lips as your hips continued to grind on her crotch, she didn’t stop you this time. You threw your head back and she found herself sucking a deep mark into your neck, not caring if you struggled to hide it at a later date, she was just as needy as you.

“I need you, Carol, I need you so bad.” You cried out. You felt her hand interlacing with yours as she guided you to stand up with her, neither of you bothered to dry yourself as she guided you to sit in front of the full-length mirror that was planted near your bed. You shuddered, already knowing what was to come next.

“I need you to be quiet, okay? Don’t want to wake up the girls, now do we?” You shook your head, that was the last thing you wanted.

She ran her hands up and down your thighs, groaning at the plush skin that greeted her. She slowly spread them, licking her lips with hunger as she eyed your cunt. You were dripping, and it wasn’t because of the bath.

She couldn’t stop herself, moving in to lick a small stripe up your folds and earning a hidden moan on your end. She looked up at you with a smirk while her tongue ran small circles on your clit, your hips jutting upwards.

“I want you to look into that mirror,” You did as asked. “And I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum. Then, I want you to tell me just how beautiful you are, I want to hear it.” You nodded with a whisper of agreement, willing to do anything for her touch. She seemed satisfied with your answer and returned to her position, her mouth wrapping around your swollen bud as she teased a singular digit near your hole.

“Fuck, I-”

“Shh, just watch, that’s all I ask.” You struggled to keep your eyes open as she eased her finger inside of you, letting you have a moment to grow used to the accommodation before starting slow thrusts.

You looked at yourself through the reflection, noticing the way your hips created a grind as your mouth parted open. Your arm occasionally twitched as you struggled to hold yourself up, your other hand finding itself braided in your wife’s hair.

“Please- please, Carol.” A second digit soon joined as you let out a choked moan, struggling to keep quiet as she asked.

“You gonna cum, baby?” You nodded rapidly, trying to bring her as close as possible to your heat. She was engrossed in your taste, her tongue sloppily trying to get a marking of every spot possible.

“Mhm!” You removed your hand from her head and covered your mouth, hoping it was a way to silence any noise. She wanted to hear you, but she understood your fear of waking up your daughter or even her friends.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.”

“Carol-”

“If you want to cum then do as I say.” Your legs were shaking and your juices were dripping down her fingers that were moving in and out of you at an incredible pace.

“I-I’m beautiful.”

“No, say it like you mean it.” Tears rushed down your face from the edging, your breathing speeding up as you chased your high.

“I’m beautiful!”

“Again.”

“I’m beautiful!”

“Again!”

“I’m beautiful!” You grew progressively louder with each repeating of the word, sighing happily when she finally let you go, your release hitting you almost instantly.

“Carol- ah!” She kissed each of your thighs softly as you came down from your high, making up blabbered words along the way. Small hickeys were left on your skin, she couldn’t care less if someone was able to see them.

Moments later you found yourself standing on wobbly legs, Carol standing behind you as her cock ran through your thighs, occasionally brushing against your clit and sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart.” Her arms wrapped around your waist as your hands interlaced with hers on your stomach. She pressed kisses against the valley of your neck, eying you through the mirror with a small smile.

“You take me so well, Mommy.” She muttered, a whine following soon after. Her breasts bumped against your back as her hips drew back only to push forward once again.

“Please-” You were cut off with a small whimper, her drooling tip teasing your bud causing your eyes to roll back. Her hands explored your body quickly before stopping at your breasts, her fingers pinching and tweaking your hardened nipples.

“Such a pretty Mommy, ‘love you so much.” Her pace was uneven and sloppy as she chased after you, trying to bask in every thrust as her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, god, you feel so good!” She stuffed her face in the brink of your neck, biting down on the skin to quiet herself and causing a hiss of pain from your side.

“‘M sorry, you just- yes! You’re so perfect, Mommy, ‘m so fucking lucky.” Each word that left her mouth had you melting and had your cunt clenching. She was teasing you, really, causing your hand to travel to your clit. Your thumb brushed against her sensitive head, leading her to cry out even more.

“I think- I think I’m gonna cum. C-can I cum? Please? Please, I need it so bad.” You only smiled, admiring her desperate state. Knowing that you were the one who made her so…needy, turned you on even further.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please cum all over me, honey, please.” It only took seconds for her finish to paint your legs, weakened whimpers escaping her. Her hold on you had tightened as she blew out deep breaths, clutching onto any part of you that she could.

“Shit, that was amazing.” She let out, resulting in your agreeance. Her heart was beating fast, sweat covering both of your tired bodies, but she wasn’t done just yet.

“You see how much I love you, baby?” She started. “You’re perfect, at least to me you are. You don’t need to see it yet, but I promise I’m gonna spend the rest of my life proving to you every single day that you’re the only one I want.” She was sincere, and you didn’t know if it was that or her words that created tears.

“I love you so much, Carol.” She liked the way her name rolled off your tongue, it would never get old.

“I love you to the moon and back, darling.” But even that wasn’t true, because she loved you more than that. She loved you like no other, and she hoped someday you’d truly see that.

[celestialhole]

Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

[xecotaco]

“MMMM, TASTY!”

What higher honor there is than to have David Hayter, a man known for playing Naked Snake, whose first question for any member of the animal kingdom is “How does it taste?”, take a bite out of one of my original species?

Fox the cynoceph had a day — people loved seeing Kazoo’s beautiful work in person! I carried him around in a pet carrier full of bubble wrap, and the pet carrier was kinda apt. Kazoo is such an amazing artist and I will 100% return when I have enough fun money. I’d have already if I did, lmao. (Her Facebook here, again!)

Meanwhile, I will never forget the day. David knows and loves his fans, and knows how much his work means to others. He is a wonderful, warm comfort in a world that feels increasingly hostile to people like me, because I have the audacity to exist. And live. I have some pretty crippling anxiety — I was almost shaking when it was my turn, yikes! But it ended in a hug, a thanks for my story (his videos affirming the trans community has been a great source of comfort), and a whisper in my ear:

“You’re pretty good.”

I’ll be strong for you, Snake. (And yes, he did say the bookmark was “dummy thicc!” My heart.)

Grey DeLisle was also there and so wonderful and affirming too! To hear her slip into Amanda in-between hugs was, I don’t know, it’s a goofy word but: magical. My artbook has become something of a signature collection piece now and to have such wonderful memories connected with these pages is absolutely priceless. Grey also mentioned that she was often (or always? lmao) late for recording for “Peacewalker” because the work route was so busy. California, lol.

Rob Paulsen there too, but I didn’t have a page for Grey Fox in my book! God, what I would have given for “HURT ME MORE, SNAKE… narf!” I wanted to say when he came out, he was meeting people in line before going to his table. I hope to have his warmth and energy at his age. His voice was unmistakable. A shoutout for him being awesome.

Anywho, trans rights.

[twistedtummies2]

I have ssspark! I have charm.

I know painlessssss ways to harm.

Look right into my eyes…

Let yourssself be hypnotized…

I am in the Mood

To Play With My Food.

“A Mood For Food,” Jim Cummings

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Happy Halloween, everybody! I have a treat for you all: this is the first of five images I got from various artists, for a series I simply like to call “OCs and Inspirations.” In honor of Disney’s 100th Anniversary, I decided to get some images of some of my major OCs for Twisted Wonderland - the first five introduced in stories - posing with their source inspirations. This first one is made by @hooter-n-company, and shows the first boi I ever made: Nakoda “Nako” Spivak, based on Kaa from Disney’s Jungle Book.

Nakoda was not meant to be a major character when I created him, but in the course of writing his introductory piece, “Snake-Like,” I fell in love with what I had created. So, part of the way through, I decided to have him become a student at Night Raven College, and thus allow him the opportunity for more adventures later down the line. He has since become one of my most popular OCs for this universe, even though he honestly hasn’t shown up in THAT many stories yet. I think part of the reason for this IS his inspiration from Kaa, since Kaa has become such an iconic character, ESPECIALLY within this particular “kinkdom.” That was part of what I love(d) about Nakoda: he’s a character who allows me to play with Kaa’s tropes and traits - Kaa HIMSELF being a rather overused and slightly overrated figure, in my personal opinion - while putting my own spin on things.

Like Kaa, Nakoda is insatiable in every sense of the word: about the only thing harder to satisfy than his hunger is his seemingly limitless “thirst.” This was meant to be a sort of in-joke for me on how over-sexualized Kaa himself has become in a LOT of places, but it actually works pretty well for Nakoda on a lot of levels, which is why I’ve kept it: for example, I recently was reminded that, in the original Kipling stories, it’s indicated Kaa has had many mates over the years, so even though we can presume the Disney version (being a VERY different character) is not the same, there’s no reason my guy can’t be. Ha Ha.

On a deeper level, what Nakoda takes from Kaa is what I like to describe as “directionless control.” Both are characters who seek to control other beings, and enjoy the power they have over their prey, toying with their “playthings” before consuming them. Both enjoy the sensation of being in control of their own little world. HOWEVER, in Kaa’s case, there is no greater cause behind all this: he is ruthless and ambitionless in what he does, recognizing no friends, and with seemingly no other desire than to fill his belly and enjoy everything that comes with that. Nakoda’s great issue is that he’s someone who very much lives in the moment; he doesn’t really know what he wants in life, nor how to achieve it: just this vague, nebulous concept of having control and gaining respect and recognition. He, himself, isn’t sure what to do with himself or his gifts.

Off the topic of the character, I just want to say this artwork is absolutely freaking spellbinding. Kaa looks magnificent, and Nakoda…I could comment on a LOT of things in the image that make it so great, but…can we just take some time to appreciate how positively THICC and STACKED this gluttonous hedonist is here? I never want to see Nako with curves ANY smaller than this EVER again, good Lord, they take one’s breath away…possibly literally, if he gets those pythons around somebody. He won’t even NEED the coils of his naga form then. >////>

Thank you for your contribution, Hoots! She's actually made one more image for this same series, which will be released in the near future. Look out for the rest of this series of pics starting tomorrow. ;)

[squishysoftmonsters]

Imagines

Imagine Types

NSFW [Naughty]

Fluff [Sweet/Wholesome]

Fluff? [Questionable but cute]

Harpy

You're Mine! [NSFW]

Human Big Mac [NSFW]

Plant

Demanding Plant [NSFW]

Sensual Dance of Love [NSFW]

Tall and Careful [NSFW]

Entangled [NSFW]

Holiday Spirits [NSFW]

Eden's Admirer [NSFW]

Plants love Cats [NSFW]

Dragon

The Tongue [NSFW]

Treats No Tricks [NSFW]

Halloween Noms [NSFW]

Off Limits! [NSFW]

Floof gone Wild [NSFW]

Werewolf

Primal [NSFW]

Fluffy Down Time [NSFW]

Thicc Fluff [NSFW]

The Skinny Pack [NSFW]

Just Right [Fluff]

Werelion

Wild Boi [NSFW]

Recipies Out of Context [Fluff?]

For The A+ [NSFW]

Ghost

Laundry Day [NSFW]

Rough Ghost [NSFW]

Paranormal Plump [NSFW]

Corrupted Coupling [NSFW]

Seven Evil Specters [NSFW]

All We Want for Christmas [NSFW]

Alien

Cos I love You [Fluff]

Drunken Hole [NSFW]

Big Kitty BF [NSFW]

Pets in The Plumbing [NSFW]

Peen Pet Nursery [NSFW]

Face Sitting Sweetheart [Fluff?]

Egg

Eggtopia [NSFW]

Tongue/Tentacle

Riding Rough [NSFW]

Otherworldly Lovers [NSFW]

Tongue In The Woods [NSFW]

New to the Groove [Fluff?]

Faerie/Dryad

Capture Perfect [NSFW]

Tall Dark and Long [NSFW]

We Got Ourselves a Human! [NSFW]

Dom Dryad [NSFW]

Pet Fae [NSFW]

Hugs [Fluff]

Hot For Teacher [NSFW]

After School Activities [NSFW]

Vampire

Playing Till Light [Fluff]

Demon

Well Equipped [NSFW]

Being Whole is for the Weak! [NSFW]

Peen Pump [NSFW]

Going all the Ways [NSFW]

Heaven won't hear You [NSFW]

Orc

Hole Sweet Hole [NSFW]

Orc Doc [NSFW]

Strong Dong [NSFW]

Kiss and Make Love [NSFW]

Moth

Cuddles [Fluff?]

Not Enough Stuffing [NSFW]

Good Book [Fluff]

Fill Me Up as We cuddle [NSFW]

The Cuddle above all Cuddles [NSFW]

Minotaur

That's NOT All Folks [NSFW]

Wiggle Jiggle Clatter [NSFW]

Softie Cow [Fluff]

Naga

Floofy Savior [Fluff]

Hunter vs Hunter [NSFW]

Uncategorized

Erreday is The Monster Mash [NSFW]

Horny Plant Rambling [NSFW]

Fine Selection [NSFW]

Thanksgiving Pet [NSFW]

Stuffin Before the Grind [NSFW]

Unprotected Variety [NSFW]

Gentle Cleric [NSFW]

Otherworldly Clinical Trial [NSFW]

Slime Booty Vacay [NSFW]

The Nameless Variety [NSFW]

Slime Lover [Fluff?]

Normalize [Fluff]

WHAT WE HAVE SO FAR ON THE MONSTER MENU!

[septemberrie]

Hello I have a new emotional support item and it is the amazing book binding of my Silrah fic by @simplybybea

These pictures are taken inside the car because the book arrived while I was out of town and I made my partner bring the package to the airport when picking me up.

Such cute packaging!!! Including a lovely note from Bea.

I am obsessed with the artwork Bea chose to represent Farah and Saul. Each chapter alternates between Points of View and so has the relevant art as a header.

She's soooo thicc! I wrote all that! And it and came with a ribbon bookmark!!

I am so freaking happy and this increased my motivation to be published some day. 💕💕 Going to be sleeping with this underneath my pillow, no joke. Thank you for the incredible gift Bea!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I've always had a thought of Pornstar au with Stucky but I never have enough time to write one, mainly bcs the words won't come out and i fucking hate myself sooooooo

I'll just punch my idea here for you bcs so suddenly, I can't stop thinking of Pornstar!Seb HAHAHAHA but I'll stick with my original idea of STUCKY instead of Evanstan although I do love those two idiots AHJSSJJE

Right uhm, anyways, this prompt started off with well, porn, obviously bcs I'm a budding artist who wants to practice nsfw stuff (ehem😌😌) and the first place I went to for pose references were Porn sites

I was hit with sudden inspiration out of nowhere when I got reminded that Steve was a fucking artist SJIDHEIJEUR my mind is then consumed by the idea of one Steve Rogers, scrolling through a porn site looking for pose references when he stumbles into a single account

It's nothing special to be honest but what catches his eye is the full sleeve tattoo on the stars left arm. Curious, Steve checks the account out and discovers Winter_Soldier who's got quite the following. Steve is immediately enthralled at the sight of the man and his silky brown hair, the only thing visible about his face being his bright steel blue eyes. Winter is thicc, chest big enough you could fuck a dick between it and a pair of thighs Steve's sure enough could crush a water melonn NGHHHH don't even get Steve started with his dick, a pretty thing thats anything but little

Bucky might like to bottom but he could fuck if he wants, those sessions where he'd bring another pornstar over for a joint video and he'd practically fuck them to the mattress. Steve salivates at the thought of getting bedded by Bucky, brain just gone at the idea of having Bucky spread on his bed for him to take or of Bucky between his legs, ready to fuck him stupid

He's so adventurous too, his videos containing multiple angles of him fucking his thick ass onto an equally thick dildo, voice slightly muffled from behind the mask but still loud enough that Steve could pick up his mewling ramblings. Winter has a seductive voice that melts to a whine whenever he's got something in him and What's supposed to be Steve looking for pose references and practicing his anatomy's ends up with him furiously jerking off to this gorgeous man

Steve has never seen someone so enticing before, the way Winters body would curve and bend, slick hole making way for the thick dildos he liked to shove in. He fucks and liked to talk, his god given voice rumbly as he spoke to his audiences, taking requests or just simply dirty talking GOOD LORD AJDHWJRHRJJEEJ Steve can't take his eyes off the monitor and his hand off his dick, eyes always coming back to the intricate robot like design of Winters left arm

Somehow, Steve manages to finish his practice but not before he nearly bled himself dry with how much he jerked off. His sketch book suddenly filled with a brown haired masked pornstar. Some hour later, he stumbles out of his room and into the shared kitchen of the dorm he's renting. He nearly trips when he finds his roommate James cooking some dinner

He's been rooming with James for nearly a year now but they're not really close (yet). In Steve's opinion, he's too pretty for his own good and Steve can never talk straight or properly whenever James is the one he's conversing with. James is very sweet though (he told Steve he could call him Bucky bcs that's what his friends call him), voice soft and always drowning in the oversized hoodie he favours. He's not small by any means, with a wider set of shoulder than Steve but he's definitely shorter by a couple of inches.

Steve's always ogling at Bucky whenever he could and he always thinks that his hair is pretty but a detail catches Steve's eyes with how he tied his hair in a messy bun as he cooked. It looked similar with... Steve freezes on the spot, staring at Bucky like an idiot. There's no way right?? It must be just a coincidence!!

Instinctively, Steve's gaze falls onto Bucky's left arm, covered with the long sleeves of his hoodie. Steve has never seen Bucky with his clothing off or just a simple sleeveless outfit and Winter did have a few tattoos, the most prominent one was the full sleeve on his left arm... Steve shakes himself. His roommate can't be the pornstar he's suddenly addicted to, that's just rude to assume

When Bucky calls him to share the dinner, steel blue eyes curved in a somewhat familiar smile, Steve's throat dries and he doesn't know if he hates or loves the possibility of his absurd idea

In the end though, it's not him who makes the official discovery. Instead, it's Bucky who makes the reveal when he finds one of Steve's sketchbook laying around, filled with sketches and practice of a familiar brown haired star in different positions and angles

Steve's all bashful at being caught with his 18+ content and Bucky practically drills his new obsession out of him with a glint in his eyes. When Steve confesses the fact that he's been having fantasies about Winter and woke up every morning with a boner, religiously coming to check Winters account for updates or live sessions, Bucky practically grins like the cat who got the cream, the shy facade giving away to Steve's dirtiest dream

"So you like my voice huh?" Bucky murmurs where he's coiled like a snake on the couch, his eyes going lidded as his voice dropped a few octaves. Steve is frozen at the other end of the couch, surprise and something else shimmering in his guts

"Tell me, Steve.. Do you keep coming back to my account because I provide you with good practice material or is it because I turn you on?" Bucky practically purred, uncoiling and starting to crawl his way to Steve. Considering that their couch isn't that big and neither of them are small, Steve suddenly has his dreams on his lap

"I just needed practice," he weakly says and Bucky's lips curve into a smirk that would follow Steve to his dreams, face finally full with his bright eyes. Ever so slowly, Bucky leans until he's got his lips straight to Steve's ear, squirming on his laps and arms around his neck

"I could give you a live modelling session," he whispers, breath hot against Steve's flushed skin. He shivers and Bucky's next words makes his hand come up to Bucky's waist to squeeze tightly.

"And if you want a live demonstration with yourself included.. well, I can give you that too."

AHAHAHAH I don't know what to do with this prompt but plssss it's been haunting me (HAH), anyways, tis just a tease but they basically fuck (obviously 🙄🙄) and we can have the dynamic of Bucky happily expanding Steves sexual experiences and Steve happily allowing Bucky to expand his sexual experiences SKWJJEJEJE

-🫠🫠

related to this

I feel that, words are hard, but don't downplay what you have because what you have FUCKS!!

Also, I love that. Sometimes you gotta go to the source for references 👀 I get it. That is SUCH a great idea, though! I fuck with that so hard! Artist!Steve looking for inspiration and stumbling onto pornstar Bucky... 😮‍💨😮‍💨

And pornstar Bucky, who's thick with INK?

Kill me. Oh, wait, you already have!

Jesusss.

He's a switch, too? I'm salivating. The mask?? The whimpering? I'm being murdered! 😫 WOOF he does sound so damn enticing. Fuck.

THE PLOT THICKENS!

Roommates??

I do not have words. Brain scrambled. Useless. I am fucking obsessed with the idea of Steve going from avid consumer of Bucky's pornography to being a part of it. Living his fantasy. Actually.

Yes!! I would love to see this written because imagine all the shit they could get into! All the kinks they could explore (especially exhibitionism, getting off to being watched). All the toys that I'm sure Bucky has. Expanding on how it comes out, too, would be so good. Draw it out. Build it up. Does Steve catch him shooting porn when he's supposed to be out? Is it not confirmed like that? When does Steve see him without long-sleeves on for the first time? Is it in private? Is it in public, and he has to act normal? Does Bucky make Steve stutter through it and ask himself if he does porn, by chance, or does Bucky easily handle it, grinning and nonchalantly confirming it? Plus, building up to Steve's first time on camera would be killer. His nerves and excitement and then his embarrassment when he gets on camera and he's so revved up that he cums so fast.

God.

You could go so many ways!

Either way, written or not, this AU is going to live rent-free in my head because 🤌🏻yes🤌🏻

Imagine all the "roommate walked in on me" fantasy porn they could shoot 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

Fine. I need mutuals to lose my sanity with so I give you my Hazbin Hotel hcs based off my OCs.

Please I am so fucking abnormal about my OCs and would love to elaborate on them any time!!! Please if you want specifics about their interactions with their respective partner or character sheets (I cant draw vivzie style good and I have some generic AI art of them I refuse to post it because I don't believe in using ai art for anything other than private use. I paid money for the one that's my profile pic cuz its my dnd character.)

Vox with a big tiddy goth girlfriend reader. Short, chubby, v insecure. Also feral adhd gremlin who copes with dark humor. Makes Vox's ADHD worse. They give each other vocal stims. Call and response echolalia. Vox is constantly assaulted by memes now. Honesly they bring out the inner goblin in each other but it's fine cuz it helps Vox unwind and emotionally regulate finally. She's bi too so anytime Vox (who canonically is more into men) finds a guy he likes they can totally bring him in for a threesome. She leans towards women so it goes both ways. She's a sub for women but tops for men (especially Vox's bratty ass).

Alastor with a skinny non binary autistic person. People mistake them for a twink. Some days they're more fem cuz they want to be pretty. Usually anxious, quiet, enjoys reading and listening to Alastor's music or radio static. Then you get them to unmask and they're a barely stable perpetually exhausted creature thriving off of caffeine and memes. Alastor adores their chaos and listening to them ramble. Appreciates they try to find modern culture he'd relate to and enjoy. They spend time co-existing to bond, doing their own thing next to each other. No pressure to initiate intimacy or anything other than friendship. Autistic person gets a lot of Alastor's sensory ick (esp about touch) without being nosy and just accepts their murder gremlin radio friend. (Accidental platonic partners).

Valentino getting a fucking therapist (he needs one. I see the bi-polar theory and as some one who worked with bipolar people I can see it but he could just be a terrible person). That therapist having two main personalities after death (based on a book a read where a person's ghost was split into two people from before and after their trauma). Both are qualified therapists. One's a 2000s emo boy who's esthetic is Laughing Jack. Except plot twist they're from the south (based on a kid I knew in high school). Puts Vox in his place more often than not by just tying him up and whisking him away to have his tantrums in private (they probably [definitely] fucked.) Tough love kinda but in a way that actuall forces Valentino to confront his issues and deal with it. The other is basically if Harley Quinn got a Homestuck Trickster design. Very sweet. Very blunt. Chaos incarnate. Elaborately finds ways to put Valentino in situations that make him uncomfortable so he has to deal with them and then pavloving him with candy or sex when he's a good person. They're both helping in their own way because now Valentino has to think about his actions, emotionally regulate, and is rewarded for good behavior. The whole dynamic is cute and sexy but also kinda twisted.

Plot twist, Alastor's accidental QPR, Vox's chaos thicc witch, and the unhinged therapy duo are all besties from when they were alive and it means Vox and Alastor have to be civil to each other cuz their partners are friends and they don't wanna upset them.

Bonus points cuz they make friends with Angel and Angel gets to watch two candy themed clowns walk his boss's ass like a dog.

Lucifer gets the AUDHD diagnosis he didn't know he needed ("oh, that's what's wrong with me"), lots of comfort and validation, and a healthy dose of therapy as well.

[xamaxenta]

Fem dragon tall (still taller than croc) short cropped hair (natural born contrarian when it came to gender norms)

Low rise jeans gal, no bra usually a cut up band t-shirt and leather jacket. (Punk rock) smudgy eyeshadow and sometimes remembers chapstick (prefers steel toed boots but will wear combat boots) kinda like a scarecrow, can see her ribcage under her collar bone in certain lighting but her forearms are still jacked

Fem crocodile business Attire, pencil skirts and collared shirts, perfect makeup red lipstick stiletto heels and a matching set of lingerie under every outfit (personally tailored for her measurements.) thicc, got some tum from the estrogen and a lot of ass and tits

Dragon is tall, everyone has been telling her that since she was 10 years old. She’s tall for a girl with big shoulders for a girl. Sometimes she thinks it would be better just to be a man, to cut off her breasts and be done with it.

But not tonight.

No not tonight, a breathy chuckle floats into her ear while clever fingers tug and roll the bar in her nipple.

“Still not wearing bras I see.”

Dragon moans half in pleasure half in exasperation, cracking an eye to look at the beautiful creature before her.

“Still ruining the mood.”

The proprietor of rain dinners snorted rolling onto dragon, her half hard cock digging into dragons hip.

Crocodile leaned in, close enough dragon could taste the nicotine. Smell the eucalyptus. “If the mood is ruined why are you still here huh?.”

With that the she devil took dragons nipple into her mouth, sucking and licking. It was such an odd sensation, but so damn good.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

Dragon reached down and unceremoniously shoved a couple fingers into her cunt. “Fuck wani.”

“Should get you pregnant.” Croocidle murmured switching to the opposite breast. “Love to see you try to be all stoic When your tits are leaking.”

Dragon gasps as crocodile shifts the head of her cock grinding it tantalizingly close to her clit.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” She panted, canting her hips to catch the cock head. “You’d like to see me make a fool of myself.”

“Oh yes.” Came the purr, sharp canines glinting as crocodile leaned in their lips meeting in what seemed less of a kiss and more of an open bite, teeth clacking together. “What a fool you’d be, I’d keep you in my bed wrapped in the finest silk sheets. You’d look lovely in gold

But you wouldn’t take it would you,

So I’d have to bring you obscure books and maps to keep you happy.”

Dragon groaned unable to obtain the friction she wanted, she planted a hand and roughly, chaotically flipped them over. Now Straddling crocodile.

At this advantage, dragon could do what she wished.

Begin torturing her beloved desert king.

Rocking forward just enough to keep crocodile wanted, she moaned into the younger woman’s ear. “Tell me more

How else would you keep me wani.”

“Chess and tea-“ the rest of

Got lost in a moan as dragon sunk down on the woman’s cock. Rolling her hips as she fondled the generous breasts that lay before her.

“I would court you, properly. With games

Of chess, everyday. The eastern tea you adore. Then when you said yes. I’d take you to bed.”

“Wani we are in bed right now.”

“Not like this.” A ring studded hand gripped her hip tightly.

“I’d take you to bed until you were carrying child.”

“Your child.”

Crocodile looked dreamily at her, “our child, my desert star. How you would shine in bearing. I would not be able to keep my hands off you.”

Dragon slowed the roll

Of her hips until she had stopped completely. “Yeah ok.”

“Ok?”

Dragon shrugged “yeah let’s have a kid.”

So this started as like sugar mommy dom and ended as luffys origin story so idk man

The words took me and crocodiles breeding kink

PLEASE 😭🙏🏽 shoveleligng this into my mouth and brain at light speed

I eeread this three times in quick sucession

DESERT STAR??? Thats unfathomably romantic of them 😩 who does crocodile think she is

And THE MUTUAL PET ADORATION OF “desert king” nice… so sexy of them theyre such a smokeshow couple why do gotta go and make things so cumplicated

Luffy does need siblings yknow 🥺🥺🥺

My brain is burning over matching lingerie tailored to the figure and chess games and the seduction of nicotine kisses… aaAAAHAIGDSJHED

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Lil’ Love {One Shot} *

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Pregnancy Talk, Pregnancy Fic, High Angst, Fluff, Very Mild Implied Smut, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 8.1k

Summary: With Lewis away working and you at home you get the surprise of your life which throws you completely off axis. 

Note: I got a request relating to this topic, so I decided to tackle it and include another idea I had a while ago. Hope you guys enjoy this. 

As always, thank you all for reading, I appreciate it. 💕💕

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***Interactive****

~~~~~~~~~

 “Girl you lookin’ thicc as fuck!”

 Your eyes widened at your best friend Majid. He sat on the barstool behind you with his legs crossed and his eyes glued to your body.

 “Rice and peas ain’t miss her!”

 “Rice and peas, jerk chicken, yams, mac and cheese, all-a it!”

 You spun to him and narrowed your eyes. “You tryna say I’m fat!?”

 “If by fat you mean Lewis has been putting in that work, work, work, work, work on that ass plumpin’ it up then yes!”

 You hesitated for a minute then turned back around to the workout mirror you were currently doing squats in front of. The instructor that was mirrored in it had never stopped what they were doing, so you rushed to catch up.

 “It’s not just your ass either. New bra?”

 You stopped again and turned to Majid as you cupped your breasts. “N—no.”

 He stood then and came to you but instead of stopping in front of you he circled you as he examined your figure. You would have cringed if you knew for a fact that you were batting for the same team. There was no part of you he was interested in.

 “I know a thicc bitch when I see one. You were thicc before but now—you’re t--hi--ccc.” He emphasized the “c” in the word so exaggeratedly.  

 Your anxiety picked up then and you almost rolled your eyes. If your fists weren’t balled, you would have. You’d been battling anxiety on and off for the last three years. It had even gotten so bad that you’d religiously been on anti-anxiety meds for the last four years. According to your therapist, it was a process filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures. You remembered a time where it had gotten so bad that you couldn’t do much of anything. Lewis had to be with you damn near 24/7 because your anxiety brought on acute depression. There were times you were having random seizures multiple times a day and considered a danger to yourself.

 Lewis, the amazing partner and boyfriend he was, shut his entire schedule down and became your rock. Remembering the care he took with you then brought tears to your eyes. Fighting them, you cleared your throat.

 “I have been eating good lately,” you said.        

 “If Lewis is home, you’re always eating good. Lucky!”

 You grinned and turned back to the workout. You were determined to finish the last fifteen minutes of it. However, as you continued, your mind kept wandering from the moves of the trainer and back onto the words of your best friend. Had you gotten out of shape? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice a few small changes here or there. Some of your clothes were tighter, you felt more filled out in some places, particularly your breasts, hips and ass and your moods had been shit. Maybe you’d been too indulgent in your meals and too busy to take proper notice.

 This was the busiest time for you at your wellness and holistic center, Breathe. To be truthful it was busy year-round. There was always a rush of customers and members who went in and out and booked appointments for as far in advance as three months. A lot of your friends thought the point of running a wellness center was for the owner to be chill and hippie like because of the nature of the business but that was not the case.

 Don’t get it wrong, you loved your business, loved the roll you played, loved the day-to-day operations and interacting with members and everything that went with it, but your workaholic antics and perfectionist attitude often made it difficult for you. You strove to be on top, and untouchable in the field which meant you spent a lot of time on advancement and creative ventures which ensured you stayed one step ahead of any competitors.

 “Hello, aarth to Y/N!”

 Majid’s snapping brought you out of your stupor. You were squatted and paused. the burn in your thighs suggested you’d been in the position for a long time because you knew your thighs could handle a squat or two thanks to your bedroom antics with Lewis.

 “Where were you?”

 The workout mirror in front of you was at the selection menu waiting for you to choose your next action. Just like that you’d zoned out on the last fifteen minutes of your class. Just like that you’d lost a chunk of time again. This was not the first time, and your absentmindedness was beginning to worry you.

 “You okay?”

 “Yeah, yeah. I just—dazed.”

 “You’ve been dazing a lot. You sure everything is okay?”

 You walked to the kitchen and grabbed the freshly juiced green and fruit juice from a few hours ago and gulped a few mouthfuls down. “I’m fine. Are we still doing that opening at Deco?”

 Majid scrunched his nose. “I think I’ll sit this one out. You know me and Tuesday don’t get along,” he said rolling his eyes.

 You mirrored him and took a few more gulps of juice. “It’s not even her store.”

 “But she’ll be there. You need to put her in place too. I know you see how she looks at your man.”

 Majid was right. Tuesday Antonio was one of those social media fitness girls who liked to post thirst traps every other day and bask in the thirsty comments of celebs, athletes, and rappers. She’s accumulated quite a reputation as a contract girl which meant she entered contract situationships with faves for money, gifts, status and attention. You didn’t knock anyone’s hustle and would never drag a woman for what she chooses to do with her own body and her own time. Pro women all day every day, but her tragic mistake was popping into Lewis’ DMs trying to entice him with spread legs. Actual spread legs. 

 Even though he’d promptly turned her ass down and informed he was in a committed relationship, which she knew, your ass was not in hiding, she still hung around him like a gnat circling over ripened fruit. Majid believed you should step to her and put her in her place, but you believed the opposite. Since it was Lewis who she’d stepped to with the disrespect it was his responsibility to shut shit down in a way that demanded respect for you and your relationship. He’d done that and whenever she was around at places you were together, he made it clear where his loyalties, and love lied.

 “Tell me you don’t want to break that 4th nose job.”

 You snorted, dribbling a little juice out on the counter. “Oh my god, Maj!”

 “What? Everyone knows it. The 2nd job was botched, the third barely fixed it and this 4th, mm-nm honey child. That surgeon must have been drunk that day.”

 As you wiped the counter you couldn’t help but giggle. Majid was petty, shady and rude. You loved it!

 “Fine, I guess I’ll go alone,” you huffed out in an exaggerated tone before you walked off.

 You knew it would be minutes before he was changing his tune.

 Two hours later as the car rolled around to the store, Majid sighed loudly.

 “I swear if she says anything to me, I’m going to embarrass her in front of the cameras.”

 “Calm down Dawna needs this to go smoothly. She’s worked too hard.”

 He sighed again then put on a sweet smile.

 “Good.”

 You got out of the car as a wave of nausea came over you. Pressing your hand to your stomach, you gagged it down.

 “What the hell? What was that?”

 “Nothing. Just—maybe the juice isn’t agreeing with me.”

 Tou swallowed again fighting the ball of vomit that was threatening to spew out. After a few moments, you had it under control and was looping your arm with Majid’s and walking to the store. From the corner of your eye, you saw the paps but ignored them as you stepped inside the bustling store. All at once the scent of sandalwood and rose filled your nostrils. She’d taken your advice on the chosen ambiance of the store, and you were pleased.

 “Aaaah, Y/N!”

 Dawna scurried to you in her chic ensemble then wrapped her arms around you.

 “Dawna, it’s wonderful in here.”

 “Thank you! Thank you so much for coming.”

 “It’s so packed,” Majid said as he double kissed her cheeks.

 “I’ve already cleared production cost with the sales I’ve made. Everything else from three hours ago on is pure profit,” she bragged.

 “That’s great. You put in so much into this venture I’m happy you’re seeing the turnaround.”

 Dawna leaned in then whispered, “The rich overly tan women love them some bougie looking but ecofriendly furniture.”

 The three of you cackled.

 “No Lewis today?”

 “No, he’s still finishing up. His flight isn’t until day after tomorrow.”

 “Happy to have him home?”

 You nodded while trying to keep your excitement at bay, “It’s been a long separation.”

 “I do not know how you do it. I’d be traveling with my man to every race stop, every event, everything.”

 “Absence makes the heart fonder,” you sing-songed.

 “Be that as it may but this coochie nightly makes a heart even fonder.”

 Again, you all laughed. Dawna and Majid were your best friends and throughout your childhood to now you’d always had each other’s backs and you took comfort in knowing you always would. As Dawna returned to her hostess duties you and Majid made the rounds of the store taking in every item. Dawna was right, they were eating up this bougie looking ecofriendly furniture. They didn’t even seem to care about the price.

 Passing by a group of women who raised their champagne glasses at you as you did, you politely smiled and nodded your head. Just behind them you saw a beautiful room that called to you. As you approached you took in each piece, a bed, a dresser, an armoire, adornments and just to the corner you noticed a crib. It all looked so quaint and serene as if Dawna had picked it right out of a Scandinavian home. It was simplistic in an elegant way.

 “Of course, you’d be drawn to this--shabby chic huh.”

 You spun and came face to face with Sade. You could feel the eyes trailing to you within seconds. It wouldn’t be long until the paps drifted over.

 “And of course you’d be drawn to me.”

 Sade giggled and turned back to the designed room. “Tell me something, Y/N, did you come here today to help your pathetic friend out by attaching Lewis’ name to this event?”

 You sighed, “Did you come to this event thinking someone who is attached to me would be here and you would get an opportunity to unsuccessfully throw yourself at him? That’s pathetic.”

 The sneer she gave you told you your words made their mark. Scoffing, you looked back to the designed room and again your eyes went to the crib. A random thought flitted through your head and with it your hand returned to your stomach.

 “You really think you’re the only one, don’t you? You really think someone like him, someone on his level someone as hot as him is only with you? I don’t know which is more stupid, you or--.”

 “Your delusional ass?”

 Majid slid up between the two of you so quickly you almost got motion sickness. You didn’t even notice him. Sade rolled her eyes then crossed her arms.

 “Of course, you’re here too. Riding coattails of fame huh Majid.”

 Majid stepped to her ready to deliver on his previous threat of breaking her 4th nose. You quickly pulled him back then stepped in front of him. It was time to end this once and for all.

 “Look, I get that you think you’re hot shit. I get that you think you’re entitled to every celeb, athlete, and rapper dick in this world. I get that you live fast and don’t care about anyone else as long as you get what you want. Fine. Do you Sade. Here is what is reality though. I am nothing like you, I don’t chase dick, I chase my own money, my own business. I don’t live to put women down because I am jealous of them, I don’t find joy being a cumdump. You do and that’s cool.

 She lurched for you then with her hand raised as if she were going to hit you. In seconds, you caught her hand then pulled her close, gripping the sweet spot of her tricep muscle right below her elbow where the pressure point that you knew would cause the most pain in this situation. Instantly, Sade hissed but it didn’t progress further. She knew that you had her beat.

 “I know you wanted Lewis; I know you thought he’d choose you and leave me in the dust, but it didn’t happen honey. There is no way you can take my man, no way my man would want you, and no way in hell you will ever--.”

 You squeezed the pressure points harder and she whimpered as she scrunched lower dipping lower than your eye level so she had to look up to you. “Ever win here. So here is what will happen, you will give up once and for all, you see him you stay the fuck away, you see me, you leave, you even attempt this shit again and this--.” You squeezed harder and now she was practically kneeling. “This will be the very least of what I’ll do. I know over 50 ways to handle you, don’t make me go to the most lethal. Consider this your final warning.”

 For emphasis, you glared as primitively at her as she was at you then pushed her back before walking off.

 “Hoe!”

 The rest of the afternoon went smoothly after that.

  ~~~~~~~

 -The Next Day-

  “They are having a field day with the pictures babe.”

 “I know. I’m sorry baby.”

 “Sorry? No, you don’t have to apologize. You look badass! Who knew you were paying attention when I was teaching you those Kyusho-Jitsu moves.”

 “I was.”

 “You looked hot doing it in your tiny shorts and heels. Fuck I wish I was home.”

 “Oh yeah? Why do I feel like it’s not because you miss me, but you miss seeing my tiny shorts and heels up close?”

 Lewis chuckled. “I mean I only miss em’ because they’re on you.”

 “Okay smooth talker. One more day. We’ve made it almost 4 months, I think one more day is a piece of cake.”

 “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t miss me at all.”

 You giggled as you rolled around your shared king-sized bed. “Plead the 5th. Guess you’ll have to get your ass back home to find out for certain.”

 The way he looked at you made your heart race and your belly flip. “What are you thinking about right now?”

 “How much I fucking love you. I don’t think you understand. I can’t wait to get home to you.”

 You could have floated into the air right now; his words were that powerful.

 “I love you so much Lewis.”

 “I can’t wait for you to show me, rosebud.”

 Your phone beeped and a reminder for your appointment popped up.

 “Everything okay?”

 “Yeah. A meeting reminder.”

 “I hope you know that when I get home your work schedule and workload will dramatically decrease.”

 You snorted but knew he was going to put his foot down with how much you were working.

 “Laugh if you want but be prepared.”

 “Love you, bye.”

 You quickly ended the call before he fully broke his dominant side out. You knew when that happened, you’d have a harder time getting off the call.

By the time you made it to your physician’s office you’d managed to tackle five of the items on your to do list before Lewis returned and was in the midst of completing the sixth, restocking the groceries. You watched the concierge service workers from the home security feed as they finished the task.

 “Y/N?”

 Nurse Marlene stood beside you with a smile on her face.

 “Hi.”

 “Hi, come on back.”

 You nodded, gathered your things then followed her to the back of the office.

 “How are you?”

 “Eh, all right I guess.”

 “Hm, don’t worry we’ll figure this out,” Marlene assured.

 Biting your bottom lip, you followed her into the exam room then filled her in on the reason for your visit. As you explained the strange things that had been going on for the last few weeks you realized it had been going on for far longer than a few weeks. With each question Marlene asked, and every answer you provided a new piece of the puzzle was revealed.

 When your doctor, Dr Shullah, arrived you went over your concerns again. It didn’t take ger long to suggest an exam and numerous tests. Thirty minutes later, they’d taken more blood than you thought you possesed, every possible scan they liked and even had you complete a few paper assessments. You were losing your mind with the possibilities, and it was wreaking havoc on your anxiety. Seeing how stressed you were, Dr. Shullah decided to put a rush on your blood tests so you could get some answers by day end.

 After finishing your errands and a stop at your spa, you returned home ready for a nice bath and to call it a night. It was a long bath where you got lost in work as always. By the time you realized you’d been in there for more than two hours, the water was past cold. You pushed pause on work to go through your nighttime routine and reheat your takeout for dinner. Just as you were sitting to eat, your phone rang.

 “Hello?”

 “Y/N, hi, it’s Dr. Shullah. Did I catch you at a good time?”

 “Hi Dr. Shullah, yes the time is fine.”

 “Good. All right so I put a rush on everything as you know and I’m happy they were able to get me the results this fast. I think we have some answers for you and hopefully it’ll put you at ease.”

 “Oh great. You sound upbeat so I’m guessing it’s not something serious like disease?”

 “No, no, not a disease and nothing serious. You’re clear there. I ran all the markers and nothing alarming for anything has come up. You’re in wonderful health.”

 Relief flooded you and the tension in your shoulders fell away. Sighing, you allowed your body to relax.

 “So what’s wrong with me?”

 “Nothing. You’re pregnant.”

 Your knees buckled and your legs turned to jelly making you grip the counter in the kitchen. You couldn’t hear anything except the ringing in your ears and your heartbeat.

 “Uh—hello? i—hello? What?”

 “Can you hear me, Y/N?”

 You had to sit. Staggering to the stool, you slipped into it.

 “What did you just say?”

 “You’re pregnant.”

 “What? No. There’s no way. What do you mean? You said it wasn’t serious.”

 “It isn’t something serious as a disease,” Dr. Shullah added.

 “What! It’s a whole human being!” You were on your feet now.

 Your voice was shrill with panic.

 “Calm down, Y/N. Take a few breaths. I find it quite remarkable that you didn’t realize. You’re pretty far along.”

 “What?!”

 Again, your knees gave out and you were right back in the high back stool.

 “Yes. The HCG hormones in your blood is around two hundred thousand international units per liter or IULs. That tells me you’re beginning your second trimester, bringing you to almost 14 weeks.”

 “What? 14 weeks? That’s what?”

 “Let’s say beginning your 4th month.”

 “Four months? I’ve been pregnant for 4 months and I didn’t know?”

 “My sentiments exactly.”

 “I’ve been on birth control. there’s no way. Plus, Lewis hasn’t been around for 4 months. How?”

 “This would have happened sometime in April toward the end maybe the 19th to the 24th,” Dr. Shullah clarified.

 Your brain worked everything back to April. Lewis was in his race schedule, and you’d gone out for a visit. You gasped as memories from your two weekends with him from Australia and then Italy flashed through your mind.

 “Oh my god.”

 You’d freestyled a tour of the outback in Australia and camped overnight and made love under the iridescent star infested sky all night. Then the following weekend he had you sprawled out on display on the deck of one of the luxury yachts he’d rented for you to sail the Mediterranean. Those weekends he’d put it down so good that you extended your visit for a week at first then another because you couldn’t get enough.

 “Are you sure Dr. Shullah?”

 “Positive. Urine might be misleading but blood rarely lies. Congratulations Y/N!”

 “How? I’m on birth control, religiously. You give me the shot every three months. You gave me the last one!”

 “Have you been on any new medication? Some can interfere.”

 “No. Wait the new anxiety meds I started in—early April.”

 “Hmm. Sounds like we have our answer. As I remember, I told you to use a backup for the month until your levels even out,” Dr. Shullah recalled.

 “Oh shit. Oh my god this is my fault. I did this.”

 You could feel your anxiety piquing.

 “Y/N, calm down. Everything is going to be all right. Slow steady breaths.”

 Dr. Shullah talked you through your attack repeating all the calming mantras you’d said yourself on countless occasions. It took a while but after several minutes, you were breathing normally again. Dr. Shullah continued and advised you to stop taking any and all medication you were currently taking until she could assess if they were pregnancy safe.

The remainder of the conversation went by in a blur. After scheduling a follow up for the required exams to play catch up you ended the call and just sat there in complete shock. Long minutes passed and still you remained seated at the kitchen island staring at the marble floor thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

 “Pregnant?”

 You played those weeks over in your head trying to figure out which sexcapade did it. Was it the Australian outback, on the plane going to Italy, the yacht, the vineyard, the tucked away corner of The Colosseum, The secluded late late night gondola ride, against the massive tree by the ancient ruins or one of the countless nights in between. There was no way to say for sure, but your gut said it was the Australian outback. there was something about that night that felt so real, so different.

 “Jeeez. What do I do? Oh god Lewis.”

 Tears burned the back of your eyes as you began to panic again. Of course, you’d talked about kids, of course you’d both spoken about your ideals and expectations there. Nowhere in any of the conversations did either of you say you wanted them soon. The last conversation was about a year ago when you both practically agreed that kids weren’t an option until both of you were more settled. Lewis wanted to be on his way out of racing not recommitting to the sport. He wanted to be able to be there wholeheartedly and feared he wasn’t in the mind frame to be a father especially with how tunnel visioned he could get. You’d agreed wanting to solidify your company and have at least two more locations and more merchandise.

 Right now, was not the time. For the first time your panic immediately ceased as something else gripped you. Fear. It was so overwhelming that you felt as if you were choking on it. Your hand drifted to your stomach as a bout of nausea hit you. You were terrified. What if he was pissed? What if he felt trapped? What if he asked you to get rid of it? So many what if questions zipped through your mind. So many scenarios played at hyper speed and with each what if and each scenario your fear rose to astronomical levels.

 Suddenly, the doorbell rang but you couldn’t move. Your feet were planted where they were as if roots had sprouted from underneath the marble and had wrapped around your ankles. The bell rang a second time but no matter how you tried to move you couldn’t. When the third ring came you managed a step. Urging yourself forward, you took another step, then another and another until you were at your front door. After one more calming breath, you opened the door and nearly passed out.

 “Surprise!”

Lewis stood on the other side holding a large bouquet of flowers and the most beautiful smile. Your heart went into overdrive as it always did when you saw him while your belly did somersaults, another reaction to him.

 “Baby?”

 “I’m home.”

 He stepped closer to you, dipped down then lifted you into his arms locking his hands just under your ass. “I’m home, rosebud,” he finished into the crook of your neck.

 His scent engulfed you making it impossible to think of anything else.

 “Baby!”

 You held him tight as he slowly spun you both in a circle. You pulled back then captured his cheeks between your hands. “What are you doing here? It’s not tomorrow.”

 “I wanted to surprise you and I couldn’t wait another day. I missed you so much.”

 Lewis kicked the door closed then pressed you against the nearest wall. A moan escaped you just as his lips claimed yours. He kissed you like a starving man who needed the sustenance that only your lips could provide. Within seconds, you both had gotten carried away. His hands were cupping your ass as his manhood pressed urgently against your core.

 “Mmm!”

 “Fuck I missed you sweetheart. I forgot what it felt like to have you in my arms.”

 You opened your mouth to respond but Lewis kissed you again stopping any speech. You both moaned, then you felt his hand cup your breast.

 “Christ, you feel better than I remember.”

 His eyes dipped lower to take in the half-dampened charmeuse and lace robe you wore that haphazardly hung off one of your shoulders giving him a titillating peek of the curve and swell of your breast.

 “Fuck, you knew I was coming. You’re ready for me.”

 Your belly flipped again but just when you were going to think it was more than the effect of him, Lewis dipped his head lower and captured your nipple through your robe. Hissing, you jerked quickly getting overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive peak.

 “Fool, you forget we in the car and you got luggage?”

 Your attention snapped to Miles who’d just walked inside the foyer with two hands filled with luggage.

 “Oh my god Miles.”

 Lewis didn’t bother stopping instead his hands squeezed your backside tighter making you buck your hips rubbing your bareness against Lewis. His groan was deep and dark.

 “Lewis.”

 Daniel and Andrew filed in and that was when you really became self-conscious. You unwrapped your legs from around his waist and tried to him from your body. When you finally did, you had a large wet spot over your robe which showcased your hardened nipple for all to see.

 “We’ll get outta here, just wanted to get him home to you,” Andrew said.

 “Thanks fellas,” Lewis said as they did their routine goodbye routine. Your belly flipped again, and you knew for certain it wasn’t Lewis—well not entirely him, it was the tiny version of him inside of you.

 You covered your mouth, trying to keep the vomit in while playing it off, but you couldn’t. You quickly ran from the room and upstairs to your bathroom. Locking the door, you hurtled to the toilet and released the contents of your stomach. As you puked your tears chose that moment to run down your cheeks. This was when it all sank in, this made it real.

 The knock at the door startled you sending you into a panic.

 “Baby? Are you all right? Why’s the door locked?”

 “I—I’m fine,” you lied.

 “Then open the door.”

 “Gimme a minute. I’m being all girly and bawling my eyes out that you’re home. I don’t want you to see it.”

 Lewis snorted. “Girl, don’t play with me. You know I don’t care about that. Open the door, I want to hold you and kiss you, smell your neck.”

 You pushed yourself off the floor and went to the sink to clean yourself up. Staring at yourself you took a few calming breaths. You looked a mess now.

 “Two minutes, then I’m yours.”

 “Promise?”

 “Forever.”

 You washed your face then brushed your teeth and after a little while of psyching yourself up you walked back into your shared bedroom. Lewis was sitting at the edge of the bed, shirt off and obediently waiting for you. As soon as he saw you his smile widened as did his arms. You swallowed the nerves you were still battling then crossed to him. Lewis wrapped you in his arms resting his head right atop your belly. A new wave of fear gripped you.

 “I missed you so much it’s crazy. It’s been so long that you even feel different in my arms.”

 Your body stiffened at those words. Could he tell the changes your body had gone through that you now knew was because of the pregnancy. With his head resting against your stomach, you allowed yourself to think of this event as something real. You were carrying a baby—his baby. Again, tears pricked your eyes. Tipping your head back, you tried to roll them back to keep them in.

 “You’re so quiet. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re disappointed I’m home.”

 Lewis began to move to look up at you, but you held his head against you. “What? No, of course not. I’m—I’m happy you’re here. I missed you.”

 “Plan on showing me?”

 You snorted. “Of course you’re horny.”

 “Can you blame me if I was? It’s been four months and you’re standing here looking gorgeous and all seductive in that robe that hides nothing with all these curves.”

 His hands roamed from your hips down your thighs to cup your backside.

 “Damn baby. You feel so good.”

 He ushered you to sit on his lap where you felt just how horny he truly was. Your belly flipped.

 “Feel that? Seconds, that’s all it took.”

 His lips kissed yours then trailed back along your jaw to your earlobe then down your neck where he licked, kissed and sucked your flesh. A soft moan slipped from you, the evidence your body would always be at his command no matter if your mind was miles away. As he continued to tease your neck, he got harder and harder until you were sure he’d poke a hole through the pants he wore.

 “Fuck.”

 Lewis stood with you in his arms, turned you to the bed and laid you down. He then stood before you, taking in the view.

 “Fuck you’re beautiful. Stay right there, give me 12 minutes for a shower and I’ll come back to finish this.”

 “12 minutes? So oddly specific.”

 “Don’t move.”

 With that he rushed off to the bathroom leaving the door open. You laid there for a few moments loving that the bedroom was filling with his scent again. Nothing compared to the real him there to permeate it. Your hand found its way to your belly and a thought hit you.

 “Will he be able to see it?”

 You sprang up and hurried to your walk-in closet to stand in front of the ceiling to floor mirror. Lifting your shirt you turned in every angle to inspect your midsection. There was no evidence yesterday of anything being off, and tonight was the same. Your stomach showed no sign of pregnancy, but for some reason every alarm in you was saying he’d be able to tell if he got you naked. You made it back to the room then snuggled underneath the blankets. It had been such a long day and right now was when exhaustion reared its head.

 As you went over your worries and fears, weighed your options all wrapped in Lewis’ scent wafting from the bathroom, your eyelids got heavier and heavier. With the sound of rushing water from the bathroom you drifted off.

  ~~~~~~~

 -The Next Day-

You woke to a strange feeling. You weren’t laying on a soft pillow but hard muscle. As your eyes fluttered open, you felt Lewis’ arms wrapped tightly around you making you sigh. You laid back onto his chest and relished the feeling of having him home and this close to you again. With your recent separation due to both of your careers, you often found it hard to still feel connected to him and no amount of wearing his clothes around the house helped. It was a good thing he came home when he did because you were dangerously close to feeling neglected.

 You tucked your nose in the crook of his neck and inhaled. God, he smelled incredible. You wanted to dip under the blankets and suck him dry then ride him into tomorrow’s sunrise. The images that flashed through your mind were so sinful and tempting that you actually made the move to. However, once you moved a strong eave of nausea hit you and you knew if you didn’t get to the bathroom then you’d vomit all over him.

 Scurrying to the toilet, you released it all hoping you didn’t wake Lewis. You didn’t know how to tell him this news, you weren’t brave enough to. Hell, you didn’t even know how to handle this. As you released the contents of your stomach, which was interestingly little to nothing, you convinced yourself that he’d be angry with this change in your relationship. One of the many things you knew about Lewis was he planned everything down to a tee. He liked making plans and following them. He didn’t like things veering astray and he didn’t like mistakes. This pregnancy veered way astray, and it was definitely a mistake.

 By the time you finished, you had to get out of there. Having him so close right now was making this even more terrifying. After cleaning yourself up, you peeped through the door and found Lewis still asleep. You grabbed the clothes he’d worn yesterday and hurried out the door. Once you’d gotten down to the foyer, you put on his clothes, grabbed your bag and keys then bolted out the door.

 Five minutes later, you were zooming down the freeway with no destination in mind. It didn’t matter where you went, you just needed some space and quiet to think. Two hours later, your feet were dangling over cliffs three towns over just staring at the ocean as its tide crashed against the sharp rocks down below. As the waves collided with the rocks, the salty ocean spray floated in the air becoming one with the breeze then coated your skin. The scent somehow soothed the rolling nausea that still hadn’t left you. You’d sat there for hours and still hadn’t gotten the courage to do what needed to be done. Three hours from then, you still hadn’t moved though your ass was practically numb and your belly grumbling, begging for food.

By the time you finally got up the sun was beginning to set over the horizon and tucking itself behind the ocean. The orange, purple and red hue of the sky took your breath away and made you think of sharing the moment with Lewis. He loved sunsets and sunrises. With the view before you, you came to terms with just what you were afraid of. Rejection—his rejection. What if he didn’t want this? You were afraid he’d be angry and want you to terminate. You were afraid this would end your relationship because you didn’t know what you’d do if he really asked you to. You didn’t want him to blame you for it because you already felt guilty as shit. It seemed easier to just ignore things.

 Your hand found its way to your belly again for the umpteenth time since you’d sat there. It hit you then. You wanted this baby; you wanted him to want this baby. You wanted him and everything. You wanted your cake and to eat it too. Perhaps you wanted too much. You released a sorrowful sigh into the air.

 “You can’t stay here forever,” you whispered to yourself.

 Slowly you made your way along the path you’d walked early this morning back to your car still lost in thought. You had to find a way to tell him because he had the right to know. This wasn’t something you could keep from him.

 “Tomorrow,” you said to yourself as you climbed over the chain fencing that separated nature from the concrete of the parking area.

 Suddenly the harsh glare of headlights blinded you. You stopped in your tracks, shielding your face from them. Tires screeched on the asphalt, but the lights remained.

 “Y/N?!”

 Your spine went rigid. It was Lewis’ voice. He was here. Peeking through your fingers you saw a figure approaching you and all the fear you’d felt from the night before returned.

 “Oh my god!”

 You caught a glimpse of Lewis’ face for a moment before he pulled you in crushing you to his body and holding you tightly. He held you as if he were scared you’d disappear.

 “Oh my-- I—thank God.”

 He pulled you back peered into your eyes then checked your face and body.

 “Are you hurt?”

 “What?”

 “Are you okay?”

 “What—what’re you doing here Lewis?”

 “Me? What am I doing here? What are you doing here?!”

 He was shouting now and for the first time since he’d arrived you saw the terror in his eyes and the sheer worry over his features.

 “Uh--.”

 “I woke up and you weren’t there. You were nowhere. No note, nothing. I called and called and no answer. Seven hours Y/N! Seven fucking hours! Do you know how worried I was, how fucking scared I was that something had happened to you? I called everyone; I went everywhere. I even went to the emergency rooms looking for you. What the fuck!”

 You jumped slinking back a few steps from him. His features softened as he stepped to you.

 “Shit, I’m—I’m sorry I just—I’m sorry.”

 He held your arms again then bent forward seemingly trying to catch his breath. After a few deep breathes, he straightened. “I was worried. Then I got to thinking that you’d left me, like for real.”

 “What? Why?”

 “After how weird you were being last night, I don’t know my head went into overdrive.”

 He released you then paced in front of you. “What are you doing here? Why’d you leave? What’s going on? Did you not want me to come back? Is it me? Do you not want to be together anymore?”

 “Lewis, no. Stop. Of course not. I love you. I always want to be with you. I would have never agreed to move in together if I wasn’t sure I was all in.”

 “All in? This! This doesn’t look all in to me Y/N!”

 You nodded understanding his growing frustration.

 “I—I—I’m sorry. I just had to get out. I needed to go, I needed space and to think,” you rambled.

 “Space? From me? What’d I do?”

 He looked so hurt. You stepped to him and grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his. “Nothing. You didn’t do anything.”

 “Then why? What did you need to think about?”

 “Everything.”

 He looked at the end of his rope. Pulling his hand away he laced them on top of his head.

 “Everything? What are you talking about? I don’t understand. Talk to me. Whatever is going on we can work through it together. Whatever it is I’m here.”

 You searched his face and saw no duplicity. He’d always been honest with you. You didn’t know why you expected that to change now. Still, you hesitated. The fear was still too strong. When you didn’t speak you saw his disappointment and it broke your heart.

 “I’m sorry.”

 “You can’t just leave me without saying a word or answering your phone. You can’t do shit like that. You have anxiety, I get anxious too. I don’t know where you are or hear from you, I get anxious. That wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, Y/N.”

 “I know and I’m sorry, really, I am. I didn’t mean to be gone this long. I just needed some air to think.”

 “Think about what? How can I help you if I don’t know what it is I did or what’s wrong between us?”

 “For fuck’s sake Lewis you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re perfect. You are incredible. You are amazing. I’ve never had anyone love me the way you love me, and I’ve never had anyone put me first in everything and I know that’s hard for you because of how you are I get it and it means the world to me. You have no idea how much I love you, no idea how much I need you.”

 “Then why leave?”

 “Because I’m pregnant!”

 You hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop me and the moment you said them you clamped your hands over your mouth. Lewis’ brows burrowed as he took you in.

 “Wh—wh—what?”

 He looked downright terrified now. Your eyes welled with tears and before you could stop them, they were pouring down your cheeks.

 “I’m pregnant,” you whined as you stomped your feet like a child. “And I know it’s not something we planned or something you want and it’s my fault. My anxiety and depression meds messed with my birth control and that one percent chance they talk about happened to me and now I’m pregnant and it wasn’t part of the plan and I know it comes at the worst time and I swear I didn’t plan this. I didn’t try to trap you. I was scared to tell you because I know you don’t want this and I’m afraid you’re going to tell me to get rid of it or break up with me because you think I tried to trap you,” you rambled half crying and half panicking.

 Lewis swiftly stepped forward and pressed his hand to your mouth stopping any further sound.

 “Shh-shh-shh.”

 The words stopped but the sniffling and whimpering didn’t. Your tears continued to roll as he kept his eyes on yours.

 “What did you say?”

 You said it again, but it came out mumbled due to his hand over your mouth.

 “What?”

 You looked at his hand and gave him an exasperated look. Slowly, he took his hand back and stood very still.

 “I’m pregnant.”

 His eyes scanned yours searching for something you weren’t clear of.

 “I’m so--,” you began but again he pressed his hand to your mouth.

 “Are you sure?”

 You nodded. It felt like forever the two of you stood there in the headlights of Lewis’ car staring at each other with the silence stretching around you. As the seconds and minutes ticked by, your nerves increased until you’d begun shaking. In the blink of an eye, Lewis’ lips crashed to yours delving his tongue into your mouth and taking control of a soul searing kiss. You almost got lost in it, in him but pulled back in confusion.

 “What’re you doing?”

 His smile was wide and that silenced you. Lewis cupped your cheeks and laughed.

 “Is this real? You’re for real? You’re really pregnant?”

 “Yes.”

 Lewis pulled you in for a hug then lifted you in the air spinning you both around.

 “Oh my god. What’re—you’re happy?”

 When he placed you back on the ground his smile was wider. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be happy? We’re going to have a baby. You and me,” he said placing his hand on your stomach. You were stunned.

 “Wait, you’re not mad?”

 “No.”

 “You want this? You want the baby?”

 “Of course, I want the baby. It’s ours.”

 “Even though it was an accident? Even though the timing sucks and we didn’t really talk about having kids in real time?”

 “Yes. I mean yeah, the timing is not the best and I’m worried about that—a lot, and we may not have talked about having kids in real time, but you know I want kids.”

 “Yeah, but with me?”

 Lewis cupped your cheeks again. “Of course. God, Y/N how do you not know how much I love you, how much I am completely obsessed with you? How don’t you fathom just how much you own me?”

 Your heart melted and fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

 “You want this?”

 Lewis nodded. “Yes. I want this.”

 “You want this with me?”

 “With only you, rosebud.”

 For the first time since hearing the news, you smiled. It was a smile that Lewis brightly returned.

 “We’re having a baby,” he said again like the more times he said it the realer it became.

 You nodded. “We’re having a baby.”

 Again, he pressed his lips to yours passionately kissing you before he kissed around your face making you giggle.

 “I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so fucking happy!”

For emphasis he lifted you into his arms again and spun around making you squeal.

 “Thank you,” he said against your ear as he held you in the air flush against him setting everything in your world back on its axis.

 By the time you got back home it was well past dark and everyone was annoyed with you for disappearing. After calling a tow back to your house you set out for the drive back. In his car, because he couldn’t stand to have you out of his sight now, he kept to the speed limit which was a feat for a man used to going upwards of two-hundred miles an hour. With his fingers intertwined with yours, his only explanation was “precious cargo to protect.” It was cute and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat from his words. It had—several beats.

 Lewis stripped you then carried you into the bathroom where he took care washing your body and hair. Every chance he got he rested his hands on your stomach staring at it in marvel and every time he did you fell even deeper in love with him. Once you both were clean, he wrapped you in a towel then carried you to your bedroom where he laid you on the bed. He then lotioned your body with your favorite mango and date body butter then tucked you into bed before he slipped out of the room.

 When he came back, he had so much food, many of them your favorites. For the next hour, you feasted while talking about what both of you were up do during your time apart and the unlimited possibilities with the baby, he’d now dubbed lil’ love. After eating, you cuddled in bed completely wrapped up in each other. When his lips began decorating your body with kisses, he followed each one with why he loved you, how grateful he was for you and how beautiful and sexy he found you.

 Lewis’ lips pressed against your belly, and he hovered placing smaller kisses around the area. Watching him melted you. He could ask for anything right now and you’d give it to him—anything at all. When his eyes lifted and met yours you audibly sighed.

 “Thank you, rosebud.”

 “For what?”

 “For making us a family. For making me a papa.”

 “Papa? Why not daddy?”

 A devilish smile stretched across his face. “I’m already a daddy.”

 Just like that the mood in the room shifted from sweet and innocent to hot and sinful. The switch made your heart instantly race.

 “Right?”

 Lewis slid lower, then pried your thighs apart leaving ample space for him between. His face looked so right framed by your thighs. Nodding, you sank your teeth into your bottom lip and watched as he slowly peeled off the boyshorts he’d just helped you into only a short time ago.

 “God, it’s been so long.”

 “Too long,” you added.

 Lewis smiled as he wrapped his hands around your thighs then yanked you lower.

 “Then let me worship you, mother of my children.”

 He placed a kiss at your pubis.

 “My queen.”

 Another kiss landed just above your clit.

 “My entire world.”

 It was the last thing he said before he did just that—worshiped you.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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So the lovely incredible generous super talented @kidnissi created two fanbindings for my fics, one minibind of Pyrite and one massive bind of ~166k behemoth you're not yet done!

@kidnissi gave me permission to post their project pics and y'all, they are GORGEOUS, I have been losing my ever-loving mind 😍😭💖

(click the images for full-view of all the glorious details!)

First, for Pyrite:

The beautiful skyline! The use of the chemical formula for pyrite as a scene break!

That BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL COVER. The gold foil design?! The gold spine?!?!? I'm dying!

And then for YNYD:

I cannot get over ANYTHING about the cover. The way they incorporated symbols of both Tony and Peter, the incredibly intricate design on both the front and the back, the multiple colors of foil! The ribbon bookmark! The "summary" quote on the back cover, which is such an excellent choice for highlighting one of the huuuge dynamics between Tony and Peter in the fic!

The SPINE??? Mirroring the front/back cover design on the SPINE??? This beautiful NYC cityscape filled with quotes calling back to one of the running themes from the fic????

The cover pages! The bars! Incorporating the gorgeous ch1 art by @shivanessa!

The little decorative elements on the quotes page and even around the page numbers! Carrying the bars graphic throughout the chapter headings!

The use of the arc reactor and Spidey insignia as scene break markers! ADORABLE. (Also, one side view for a true look at the thicc boi that is this book, omg.)

@kidnissi is SO incredibly talented and I'm so glad they were comfy with me sharing these pics because I can't imagine the labor of love that went into these fanbindings and they definitely deserve their props, omg 💖💖💖 I am so terribly flattered that they were inspired by my fics and so grateful that they shared the art that is their fanbindings and they deserve ALL THE LOVE. 😭😭😭😭😭

[menelaiad]

doesnt homer say agamemnon is fit? like godly shape? i think is said twice in the iliad

but we don't know what the gods looked like.

i go off the fact that achilles called him a 'wine sack' in book one. now, this absolutely can be a reference to the fact that he drank a fucking lot and who can blame him? [y'know he is full of wine like a wine sack. he is literally drunk in book one SDFGHJKL]

but it can also mean. in yknow modern 'slang' - dadbod. [cause wine sacks were like lil pouchy things. that were squishy and soft]

and like. being not-skinny doesn't make you unfit. and doesnt make it impossible for aga to do what he did.

skinny =/= fit/athletic/have stamina and strength w/e dadbod =/= unfit/slow/unable to fight/have great stamina and prowess

and that still holds true. and yeah, he is compared to being like zeus? having poseidon's chest?

there in the midst strode powerful Agamemnon, eyes and head like Zeus who loves the lightning, great in the girth like Ares, god of battles, broad through the chest like sea lord Poseidon. Like a bull rising head and shoulders over the herds, a royal bull rearing over his flocks of driven cattle – so imposing was Atreus’ son, so Zeus made him that day, towering over fighters, looming over armies.

there's nothing really here that we can get other than:

big chest

tall or taller than most men

girthy (okay homer???)

so he can still have a soft middle. this quote and achilles' 'wine sack' line can live together.

tldr; im a bitch and i want agamemnon to be thicc. sue me.